Dear Consolers, 
This is my last entry because this is fucking stupid I hate this goddamn school.

Sincerely,
you fucking know who bitches

"I hate it here"
I've honestly probably said this so fucking much in my 17 years of living, I think I was still in the womb when I started saying it.
Breaks suck, any breaks, Spring, Summer, Winter, you name it. I'm stuck in the house most the time, my parents don't trust me out in the world, school was almost over and I'd rather not talk about my shitty day or anything else at this shitty school.
"Hey Frank" I said calmly at him as he slowly turned around, letting out a sigh of relief when he saw it was me. "I'm sorry man I'm paranoid as fuck" he made a groaning noise running his hands frantically through his hair. I raised an eyebrow at him before it fully processed, he was scared of the fucking assholes that beat him up. On a side note this dude has a small tattoo on his hand that hadn't noticed before, that's fucking sick, I haven't even gotten my lip pierced yet I wish I had a tattoo. "Goddamnit Frank they aren't going to mess with two guys" I reassured him patting his shoulder he tightened his muscles as I did "they go after one person so they feel in power" I rolled my eyes at my own comment. I'm just trying to cheer him up, that's all I can do when we're HERE. "Maybe you can come over this weekend and we can hang" I offered trying to get his mind off of his attackers for a moment. He moved slightly, adjusting himself as he flinched and cringed at every move. I looked pained at him, I've only known this kid for more than a few days maybe, even less than that, but I feel for him. "Maybe we can listen to some Grey Day and just- well I don't know honestly" I shook my head gently with braking my gaze from the ground. I quickly scribbled down my address just as the bell rang, I stuffed it into his ruff hands before getting up. "I'd get gone before the guys show up because I have to go right now" I grabbed him by his forearms and he grabbed mine as I pulled him up, I had to help him through the front gate and I did, before I darted yelling a quick but oddly profane goodbye at him.
I ran down alleys thinking this to be a fast route home, I just REALLY wanted to avoid the awkward silence my mom is going to give when she gets home.
My only objective, get home..
Until I heard the screaming.
Why can't I just opt out like the rest of the people here?