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Offspring

You’re gonna go far kid…

Byron stared at the big red angry F in front of him on the page. This was his last straw, if he kept going this way he might just have to repeat the year. The voices of his parents swum round his head. He’d put off actually doing some studying until the last second as per usual, the only problem is, he thought the last second was tonight and the test was tomorrow. He could barely concentrate in class and relied on studying the web and the text books at home. The words the teacher said just seemed to get drowned out by stupid things his brain liked to focus on, the the noise of the classroom, a tapping pen, the sound of people outside. The aircon. Anything, it seemed, except the teacher.

The class let out, the teacher left and then filed out all the students, Byron taking up the rear. As soon as they were clear of the classroom he felt someone approaching

“Yoink!”

Suddenly another boy ripped the paper out of his hands and held it up “pay up boys! He’s dumber than r*tard who can’t even read. Byron saw red, his face was practically purple. Suddenly he forgot that he’d seen the principal twice this week alone already, or that his dad had given him a good thump for telling him to ‘shove it’s when he demanded Byron showed him his report card. Byron was smaller than this kid and shorter. But it just took one swift right hook square into his nose to take him down. Byron then kicked the crying bully a few times for good measure. Inevitably, an adult heard the crying and suddenly he was being dragged by the scruff of his neck down the hall yet again.

He sat down in the office waiting room with an angry huff on the chair. Taking a glance around the room he noticed another boy already there. He smirked to himself. This boy was here just as much as he was, if not more. He figured he may as well say something since they were always waiting in this damn room together.

“The r*tard who can’t read, huh.” He said loudly across the silent room, before he had another angry boy looking for a fight in the middle of the school office, he quickly put his hands up in a surrendering gesture”Hey,” he said with a shrug. “Turns out I scored lower than you.”

He paused for a moment, for dramatic effect “it’s right though, cause no matter what score you get on a test, you still fall like a sack of shit and cry for momma when you get a punch in the nose, apparently.” He sat back in his chair with a satisfied look on his face “I hope I broke it”

He was putting on a brave face of course, sitting there with that carefree, easy smile. They were gonna suspend him this time for sure. He’d be trapped at home each day with his raging father and disappointed mother. He was scared out of his little mind. He sure as hell wasn’t gonna show it though. Maybe he’d skip going home today, postpone it a little. Down to the falls. He knew all the little trails that were overgrown and unused. Heck… maybe this boy had somewhere he could crash temporarily.

Then again, if his dad had to look for him Byron internally shuddered at the idea.

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