Somebody, to lee-heen on.

For once, I feel good.

This day, as a whole, wasn't really all that good, but it's what happened at the end that made it so much better.

Note: This story probably isn't going to interest you. I'm just putting it up here since I'm plagued with the report-card dread blues, and want to immortalize this reminder that my life is worth living.

See, it began like any other day. I drag myself out of bed and go to face my twelve or more year sentence of boredom for the crime of being born into a society where the foundation of your life is your education. Today is day one on the class schedule, so that means five periods of classes I'm more or less just putting up with at this point.

Damn. Oh well, it'll be over soon enough.

First period, Environmental Science. The usual shenanigans of joking with the girls who sit next to me about the planet Uranus having multiple organisms (don't ask), pointing out the teacher's spelling errors and eventually being warned by said teacher to stop distracting the class.

Business as usual, that I had EnSki (I pronounce it the way it's written on my timetable, as "EnSci") today was forgotten by third period.

Second period. Math. Before the usual two thirds of the class can turn up late, I'm called down to the office. "Uh-oh..." I say out loud, preempting the chorus of "OOooooooh...."s from my class-mates, out of habit more then anything else. I figured it was just the guidance counselor calling me down to ask me how was I doing, as she did once a month. Oh how my heart sank when I saw her on my way to the office and she informed me that it was actually the vice principle calling me.
I stepped into her office and, seeing that she was too busy with her computer to notice me, I took my chance to speak first and opened with "Whatever I did, I'm sorry!". She laughed, then assured me I wasn't in trouble, she just wanted to talk about something.

See, last week, in the very same class I was pulled out of today, the guy who sits behind me had spent the entire period whispering nasty things about me. I told him to stop maybe twenty times, and each time his response was "Turn around, I'm trying to do my work.", as if he'd never said anything. Fucker. Anyway, towards the end of class, Miss was done teaching and the class was done working, so as usual, it turned to casual conversation as we waited for the bell. At some point during this period, he said I'd raped someone. This was the limit for my patience, as I immediately went to kick him in the nuts. I got him in the thigh instead, but he still jumped and spilled his juice. As it turns out, after school that day he got into a fight on the bus and explained to the vice principal that he was "having a bad day", because someone kicked him in the nuts. (Buddy, you and half the class called the teacher a pedophile and you accused me of rape. You deserved any shit you got that day.)

I explained to the vice principal what he said immediately prior to, and I did go for his balls but got his leg instead. Miss said she understood, and that she also understood I had been putting up with similar abuse for quite a while, and I admitted that, yeah, people have used me for a verbal punching bag for a long time, and it had screwed me up quite a bit. At this point, tears were getting through and I admitted that I didn't even know what I was anymore.

Obviously, after that, I spent the rest of the school day depressed. Then came fourth period. Career Development. I had Newfoundland Studies next. At the end of CarDev, this girl who I have both classes with said that the NL Studies teacher said for the class to meet at one of the computer labs in the lower level of the school first. So I went there. The class never showed up. Neither did the teacher. Or the girl who told me to come here. I realized fairly quickly that I'd been lied to, but I figured "Well, I've been feeling like a log'uh shit all day, I might as well skip a class and get my shit back together."

So I spent last period standing outside a computer lab (That was locked), just contemplating. Then along comes another girl from my CarDev class. I'd forgotten her name, and I don't think I ever talked to her before, so I was surprised when she called me by name and asked me, "Michael, shouldn't you be in class right now?"
I explained about other girl telling me to come here, how I'd been depressed since second period, and that I figured I might as well skip a class and pull myself back up. Surprisingly enough, she seemed didn't just hear what I said, say something along the lines of "'Kay." and walk away when I finished. Even more surprisingly, she gave me a lengthy pep talk. It sounded like a broken record, with frequent reminders that if I respond to people who abuse me, I'm only letting them win and that if I ignore them, they'll eventually go away, but it's the thought that counts.

Then comes the part of the day that put me in such a good mood. When she'd finished her pep talk, I apologized and asked her her name. "Ashley," she replied. "Thanks for the advice, Ashley." I said. "Your welcome, I gotta go now." she said, hugging me. It was a hug that I needed, and that I was about to ask for. But I didn't. She just gave me one of her own accord. I don't know if she could tell I was about to ask, or if she just figured I could've used one (Which is true), but it made my day.

With the threat of a bad-report-card-based grounding looming over head, both of my parents currently being sick with the flu, and my aforementioned abuse-fueled confusion as to who or what I am, it just makes me feel so good to know I have a friend within arm's reach.

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