J.A.R., chapter 8
As Billie and Mike walked there separate ways to class, Mike shoved his hands into his pockets. He kicked his feet a bit on the floor, scuffing his converse but he really didn't care. The troubled teenager had this horrible feeling, almost like he was completely paranoid that everyone knew what had occured over the weekend. Mike shivered at the thought and kept going onto the same path he had always taken, down the same halls he would always go through, to end up in the same class he had always hated.
Mike made his way into the class room, finding the only seat to be place in the middle of the scattered rows. He sat down and kept his head facing down. He didn't like attention on him so it seemed that simply doing that would make it go away. The teacher stood up and spoke, "Now today we will talk about our family history, learning about our different cultures that we come from to just why we look like how we do."
Mike seemed floored by the whole idea, he lifted his head up to look at Mr. Jennings with his icey blue eyes. Mr. Jennings went around the room asking each kid about there family history, piecing it together. It was interesting, learning about the different cultures but Mike didn't know what to say.
Mr. Jennings had gotten to Mike's desk, "Okay Michael, so where do your parents come from?" Mike did a double take, should he lie or just tell him the truth. "Um, I don't know."
Mr. Jennings asked, "How do you not know? Are you just completely stupid or did you just 'forget'?"
That kind of hurt Mike a bit so he thought he should just speak his mind, "I didn't know where there from because I don't know who they are, where they live, what's their name, or if they even know who I am!!" Mike slammed his hand on the desk, it started to bleed but he didn't even notice.
Mike stormed out of the class, pushing Mr. Jennings out of the way. He was able to get to get down the hall way before he heard Mr. Jennings chasing after him. Now being the fast kid that he was he was able to floor it and lose the horrible teacher. He got outside Jason's class, looking in the window. Jason seemed like the only one who had noticed the person outside the door, he did a double take before realising it was Mike.
Jason told the teacher that he was going to go down to the office because he wasn't feeling well. Once he got outside he grabbed Mike by the arm and got him into the bathroom. Jason dragged Mike into the sink area. "Sit still, I'm gonna clean up your hand, okay?" Mike nodded as Jason got some paper towels, water, and some wrappings that were in the first aid kit down the hall. He brought Mike's hand under the water, gently. Mike flinched but kept calm. Once Jason got most of the blood washed off of the bloody hand, he took a good look at it. There were splinters sticking out of the knuckles.
Jason gripped Mike's hand a little more as he got his pocket knife out. "What are you gonna do with that?" Jason looked up, "I need to get a grip of the splinters to try to pull them out of your hand." Jason seemed very calm, not like him at all. He gently gripped a splinter using his blade and thumb and pulled it out. It hurt but Mike kept his cool. After Jason had pulled out all the splinters, he brought the messed up hand under the water, getting the blood off of it.
Gently, Jason brought the mess close to his face so he could inspect the work. "Okay, I think I got all of them out, just let me wrap it and then I'll take you to my place, okay?" Mike seemed stunned but was able to nod his head. Jason never approved of skipping but Mike guessed that he knew something was wrong with this picture. Jason wrapped the hand tightly and looked at Mike, "Now once we get to my place I'm calling Ollie at work, so you're gonna have to tell me what happened, right?" Again, Mike simply nodded his head.
Jason dragged the shocked boy out of the bathroom, looking around, he realised the area was clear and he ran Mike out of the school. They both walked to Jason's place, which wasn't very far away.
Jason sat Mike down, looked straight in his eyes and asked, "Now, what happened?"
Mike made his way into the class room, finding the only seat to be place in the middle of the scattered rows. He sat down and kept his head facing down. He didn't like attention on him so it seemed that simply doing that would make it go away. The teacher stood up and spoke, "Now today we will talk about our family history, learning about our different cultures that we come from to just why we look like how we do."
Mike seemed floored by the whole idea, he lifted his head up to look at Mr. Jennings with his icey blue eyes. Mr. Jennings went around the room asking each kid about there family history, piecing it together. It was interesting, learning about the different cultures but Mike didn't know what to say.
Mr. Jennings had gotten to Mike's desk, "Okay Michael, so where do your parents come from?" Mike did a double take, should he lie or just tell him the truth. "Um, I don't know."
Mr. Jennings asked, "How do you not know? Are you just completely stupid or did you just 'forget'?"
That kind of hurt Mike a bit so he thought he should just speak his mind, "I didn't know where there from because I don't know who they are, where they live, what's their name, or if they even know who I am!!" Mike slammed his hand on the desk, it started to bleed but he didn't even notice.
Mike stormed out of the class, pushing Mr. Jennings out of the way. He was able to get to get down the hall way before he heard Mr. Jennings chasing after him. Now being the fast kid that he was he was able to floor it and lose the horrible teacher. He got outside Jason's class, looking in the window. Jason seemed like the only one who had noticed the person outside the door, he did a double take before realising it was Mike.
Jason told the teacher that he was going to go down to the office because he wasn't feeling well. Once he got outside he grabbed Mike by the arm and got him into the bathroom. Jason dragged Mike into the sink area. "Sit still, I'm gonna clean up your hand, okay?" Mike nodded as Jason got some paper towels, water, and some wrappings that were in the first aid kit down the hall. He brought Mike's hand under the water, gently. Mike flinched but kept calm. Once Jason got most of the blood washed off of the bloody hand, he took a good look at it. There were splinters sticking out of the knuckles.
Jason gripped Mike's hand a little more as he got his pocket knife out. "What are you gonna do with that?" Jason looked up, "I need to get a grip of the splinters to try to pull them out of your hand." Jason seemed very calm, not like him at all. He gently gripped a splinter using his blade and thumb and pulled it out. It hurt but Mike kept his cool. After Jason had pulled out all the splinters, he brought the messed up hand under the water, getting the blood off of it.
Gently, Jason brought the mess close to his face so he could inspect the work. "Okay, I think I got all of them out, just let me wrap it and then I'll take you to my place, okay?" Mike seemed stunned but was able to nod his head. Jason never approved of skipping but Mike guessed that he knew something was wrong with this picture. Jason wrapped the hand tightly and looked at Mike, "Now once we get to my place I'm calling Ollie at work, so you're gonna have to tell me what happened, right?" Again, Mike simply nodded his head.
Jason dragged the shocked boy out of the bathroom, looking around, he realised the area was clear and he ran Mike out of the school. They both walked to Jason's place, which wasn't very far away.
Jason sat Mike down, looked straight in his eyes and asked, "Now, what happened?"
