king-stumphy

I hate this fucking place. I have no friends. I’m just a fucking ghost, wandering around without anything to do. I may as well be dead. I wish I was. It’s been a year since I got clean, was discharged from hospital, and the last time a blade touched my skin. I want to do it all again, but this time succeed. I’m just a failure in denim jeans and black eyeliner. Mom would be so proud. I hide in the toilets and spark my light a few times, holding it over the tip of my cigarette. Smoke erupts into my mouth. I once owned this school. This school was once mine, mine and my friends. Then Brendon…Brendon did that awful thing&#

School seems fun. I’ve made some new friends, like Mike and Sandra and Jake and Morgan. Everyone seems so nice. I make sure I get there half an hour early, so I can find my way to form and prepare myself for the long day ahead. It’s going to be a day packed full of timetables and finding all my different classes. I’m taking 4 A levels this year, maths, music tech, film and English. I’ll have to meet all of my teachers before class, to really introduce myself. School is big and modern, I love it. There is past student’s art all over the walls leading up to the creative block. The school is in blocks. On the bottom

So now I’m late for school. Great. Late for my first day back doing A levels, because I had a panic attack. I am now sprinting to school, 10 minutes away, panting and choking. Jesus Christ, it’s 8am. I can’t believe I was out for that long. Now I’m not going to be able to get to registration. I turn the corner, bumping into a few people I vaguely know. Looks like I won’t be the last one to class. Still, I don’t want to be too late. I hurry up as much as I can. I see the gate. The gate is black and almost pitchforked at the top so you can’t climb over it. Kids go over it all the time anyway. There̵

Oh boy, it’s my first day! My first day of A levels! I’m going to a brand new school, with loads of new friends! Maybe I’ll get into the popular group? Maybe this year I’ll actually get into a party? Oh, boy, I just know I will! I get out of bed as soon as I can. I’m just so excited to get to my new school. However, nervousness does loom on me. I only have one friend coming to my new school. My outfit is already laid out at the foot of my bed. A nice, casual yet smart vest, white button up shirt and light denim jeans are sitting there. I had thought about that outfit a lot. Was I going to look too formal? Was I g

It’s 6am and the sun is bleeding through my curtains, knocking on my eyelids, and burrowing into my pupils. Waking up to the August heat was one thing, but waking up on the first day of school, at the crack of dawn, with the sun crawling through your window and the air thick with regret and procrastination, was another. Repeating A levels? Oh god. All of my friends have gone off to better things, are travelling the world, or working. And what am I doing? Going to school 4 days a week to repeat music tech, film and English. Why? Because I spent  the last two years of my life smoking at 5am with a string of lovers, getting lost in the cit

Pete sat silently at the table. His father looked at him with deadly eyes. “What do you mean?” His father asked quietly. “What do you mean you’re gay?” His father whispered the word Gay like it was poison, a tablet of cyanide that would kill him if he dared to swallow the truth. “I mean that I’m gay. I like men.” Pete murmured. He couldn’t look at his father. His mother started crying. “See what you’ve done now, Peter? You’ve made your mother cry! This is stupid, you’re not gay. And if you dare say it again, you’re leaving this household. I will have no men

The library has always been too quite for me. Even the sound of flicking through books seems alien. I sit in the same spot each day, the table next to the comic book section, right at the end, so no one talks to me. I read the same book, The Zhuangzi, sit still and drink my diet coke. Every day after school, I do this. It gets boring. "Good afternoon, Patrick." The librarian smiled. "Good afternoon, Lizzie." I replied solemnly. They know me on a first-name basis. Wow. I pad softly over to the table, sip my coke and reach for The Zhuangzi that I hide where the shelves meet each other and wrap around the wall. I throw it on the deck, receivin

Patrick sighed and pushed the heavy oak doors to the camp hall open. Another year had passed and now Patrick was back at summer camp. His parents drop him off there every July, for one week. Today was the day where the boys all sit in a hall and talk about themselves for 3 minutes each. It was nearly away the same group of boys, give or tae a few kids. Patrick spotted his friends Joe and Andy hunched up in their usual corner. Andy smiled and waved at Patrick. "Hey guys," Patrick. The only thing that made camp bearable was the fact Patrick could see his friends again. "How are you both?" "I'm great thanks." Andy smiled. "Yeah, I'm good too.

The sun was now high, streaming through the windows. The hall was lit up, like a thousand fireflies were floating around. Patrick ran his hand through his floppy blonde hair, gazing down at the floor, red rimmed eyes flickering around the carpet. Pete sighed and did the same, flicking his red streaks from his brown eyes. "You're like a mosaic. You're beautiful, yet fragile, each piece fits in it's own place, yet one small knock and you crumble, each tile falls away, and slowly you've lost all of your pieces. Why, my Patrick? What happened to make your pieces fall out of place?" Patrick started crying again, blubbering this time, his eyes alr