Dominos

Prologue

"What do you mean?! How dare you say that about my son!"

The phone clicked. 

My mother walked furiously away into her office muttering something I couldn't quite understand and then slammed the door shut. I was used to this. It wasn't anything new. Almost every school I've gone to had me kicked out. Whether it was for fighting, stealing,  lying, cheating. I didn't care. I could do whatever I wanted to. There wasn't anything a stupid school could tell me what to do. Since my older brother died a few years ago, I just didn't care about anything. I didn't know why. I wasn't wondering too much about that though, because obviously, I didn't care. 

I stared at my mother's office door, wondering if she was going to come out and tell me anything at all about what she talked about on the phone. A few minutes passed and I just decided that she wasn't going to come out anytime soon. I went upstairs into my room. It was messy, but I wasn't planning on cleaning it. I threw myself onto my bed with my face in the pillow and screamed. I was tired. Not just tired in the sense of sleeping, but tired of life. Tired of nothing going right. Maybe sleep would help me. At least I could forget about everything for a few hours. Tomorrow was Saturday, so I could sleep in anyway. Then I suddenly remembered. I didn't brush my teeth. I laughed silently to myself. I didn't care. 

The End

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