We're All Six Feet Under The Stars

"Alexander William get your ass ready for school!" my drunk mother yells to me up the stairs. I really don't wanna go to school today. Or ever. I mean, it's the first day, but I still hate it. All that high school consists of is a shit ton of insults and disgusting food. Whatever. I'm just going to lay in bed all day instead.

My mother comes upstairs and grabs my arm, pulling me out of bed and slaps me across the face. "You better be ready in five minutes or you'll miss the bus and have to walk!" she says, her nails digging into my arm, causing me to bleed a little. "Whatever." I mumble. She leaves and I grab some gauze and wrap up my arm where she had made me bleed and I noticed my wrist. Damn. Almost 24 hours clean. I grab my razor and cut all the way up both of my forearms, drink a bottle of beer, and get dressed. Blink-182 shirt, black ripped skinny jeans, old high tops. As I was straightening my hair, I noticed that my mothers hit had left a mark on my cheek. I grabbed her foundation and eye shadow, then put the makeup on my face to cover the bruise up. Going downstairs , I grabbed my backpack, a Monster, and my Green Day sweatshirt. "Bye mom." I say as I walk out the door to get on the bus. She ignores me like she always does.

I get on the bus and receive the usual douche bag comments from everyone. "Fag." "Emo." "Gay." I'm used to it all by now. I sit down next to a kid I haven't seen before. He was wearing a New Found Glory shirt and had a black and blonde mohawk. He was not bad looking. I mean, I have a girlfriend, but still.

"Hey." he said. "What? Oh, uhm, hi. I'm Alex." "Jack Barakat. I just moved here with my uncle a week ago." he said. "If you don't mind me asking, why are you living with your uncle?" I asked him. "Well, my parents... uhm..." I could tell he was getting choked up and then I saw a tear form in his eye. "A month ago they passed away. Car accident. They were on their way back home with me in the back. I survived. That's how I got this mark." He lifts up his hair a bit so I can see the scar on his temple. I don't even know what came over me, but I grabbed his hand and comforted him. "Well, Jack, I promise I'm here for you. No matter what. Here." I wrote down my number and handed it to him. "Text me if you need anything ever."

Just as I handed him my number, we pulled into the school parking lot. "Thanks Alex. It's nice to know there's at least one nice boy at this school so far." After saying this we all got off the bus and walked into the living hell that adults call school.

Notes

Title cred: Man Overboard
By: IDGAFbreathecarolina