Just A Test

Sam POV The day started like any other, a bit overcast yet still overall sunny. Walking down the paved streets of New Jersey, I made my way to Midtown High. Listening to the calming beat of my feet against the pavement, I waved towards one of my co-workers at Delmar's deli.  Practically running into my classroom, I made it to my seat just as the bell rang. Looking around, I realized quite quickly we were teacher-less. "Do you know where Mr.Jones is?" I whispered to MJ, leaning over in my chair. She simply shrugged, turning the page in her book. "Sorry I'm late!" Mr.Jones apologized, rushing into the classroom, papers flying all around the room. Quickly putting his bag down, he grabbed an expo marker, speedily writing down the outline of class today. Trying to keep pace with my teacher's fast rambling, I scribbled down what I thought were the most important parts.  That. Was. The. LONGEST. I've ever heard anyone talk. He didn't even slow down to take a breath. Or to clean up the coffee he spilt on his shirt. I sighed, already tired from my first class. Making my way towards second period gym, I caught up with Peter and Ned- who were also heading towards gym class. Entering the girls locker rooms, I gagged. Everything smelt like a thirty year old gym sock, no matter how much you washed or bleached it. Wobbling over to my locker, I quickly changed into the school issued gym uniform. Settling on the bleachers next to Ned and some random guy with a nose ring, I stretched, propping my feet on the metal seat in front of me. "Alright, today's doge-ball day. You know the drill, Malachai, Jeremy, you're the team captains. Pick your teams." Coach stated boredly, taking a seat on the bleachers and playing on his phone. So, they took turns calling names until it was just Ned and I. Jeremy sighed, "Sam." I scoffed, I could beat their asses blind in dodge-ball. Assholes. "What now, coach?" Malachai asked expectantly. "Play dodge-ball." He replied absently.  Five rounds. We played five rounds of dodge-ball. My team one all five rounds. I got out once. I huffed, quickly changing back into regular clothes and exiting the locker room. Making my way to the lunch room, I watched as Flash shoved someone into the lockers. "Hey Flash! Why not pick on someone with the same IQ as you? Oh right, no one's that stupid." I snarked, pulling him away from Peter. "Awe, p***s' girlfriend's came to save the day. Isn't that cute." Flash cackled, shoving me back. "Leave him alone, Flash." I spat, ignoring his comment and Peters blush. "Yeah? And what if I don't?" He taunted, shoving me back again. "I'll kick your ass." I snarled, pushing him back and watching him stumble a few feet. He scoffed but backed away, glaring heavily towards Peter. "We'll finish this later, Penis." I rolled my eyes, helping Peter off the floor. "I-I'm okay." "Peter, your lip's bleeding." "I'm okay." He repeated, insisting he was fine. I sighed but nodded, instead helping him to the lunch room. Leaving him at our table, I entered the lunch line, quickly buying an apple. Sitting in history class, I zoned out. This is beyond boring. So, instead of paying attention, I started sketching. Of course, I wasn't paying attention to that either. Crossing my legs, I laid my head on my desk. When the bell finally did ring, signaling the end of the school day, I practically ran for the door. Grabbing my things out of my locker, I slipped out of school practically undetected.  Making my way to Delmar's for my shift, I stopped at a TV store. A news report of a car crash caught my eye. Well, more specifically who was in the car crash. And who didn't make it out alive. Tears silently slipped down my face as the news report finally came to an end. Struggling to get my phone out, I quickly called my boss, taking a last minute sick-day. Running home, I finally started real crying. Like as in full on sobbing. Unlocking my door, I fell onto the ground, sobbing and pulling my knees to my chest. He can't be gone. He can't leave me alone. He promised he wouldn't. Feeling the dread seep in, I sobbed harder, slightly shaking.  After about five hours of none stop crying, I finally peeled myself off the floor, shuffling towards my room. Closing the door, I flopped down into my bed, crying myself to sleep. My last thought being, I miss you, Mathew.