Same old day, same old classroom, same old students and same old desk. Cheryl always sat in the waaay back of the classroom, preferably a corner if she could. She sat down in a desk and rested her head on the desk with her arms as a pillow. "Looks like Emo over here is sulking~" a voice said. "Jeryl I don't need your shit right now" Cheryl responded in a monotone voice. Jeryl is what you would call a bully, but he's popular cause he's a prep and a star baseball player. "Awwww did I hurt your feewings?~" Jeryl asked in a baby voice. Jeryl was out of town the night Cheryl had her accident, and everyone else hushed up pretty quickly so he never knew. "Look at you, you're in a more shitty state then usual, and you keep on coming out of that weird house, what is it? Huh? A meth house? " Jeryl asked sleezily. "So are you, you even forgot your baseball uniform" Cheryl said. "You know why... " Jeryl replied. "Ah yes, your parents got so fucking drunk that they drove and hit three people which killed two of them and then later included them driving into a tree and exploding" Cheryl said "so do yourself a favor and take your rage out on someone else". Jeryl sneered before walking away while mumbling about something. Dumbass doesn't realize that the three people his parents hit were me and my parents... Cheryl thought to herself before the teacher started class.