Posts by Life On Standby

My name is ⇉ David Lance
How Do I look? Weight/Height⇉
6ft 3in. 180 lbs.
How Old Am I/grade age ⇉17/senior
Whats My Favorite Subject? ⇉English/Music
My Bio. ⇉As a kid, I was treated like I was a gift from god's. My parents always showed me so much compassion and love and always treated me like the thing that kept them alive. I never really acknowledged them though. After about the first 9 years of my life, my parents were still spoiling me, but eventually got to the point where they thought I was antisocial and needed help. They were clearly wrong but I didn't care in the slightest, considering every time that I had to go to a meeting with the doctor for his so called 'problem' that I had, I got to get out of school for the day. Growing up to the current day was kinda rough. My parents sent me to the school due to all the fights I got in because of my antisocial problem. Its not that I didn't talk, I was actually quite a talkative person if you get to know me well, but its the fact that all the people at my old school were insensitive and had absolutely no idea what they would be doing at any time. Now I walk the campus mostly alone due to the fact that I really don't talk to anyone unless they talk to me first. Though meeting people is most certainly on my list of things to do.
Relationships? ⇉ One with a girl back at home that never really worked out due to me not talking much.
Teacher of Student⇉Student
Classes⇉ Advanced English, Literature, Writing, Website Design, Music.

Dave heard the bell but really didn't have a care in the world at the moment. His morning was slightly rough due to him hating the fact of having to wake up for this dreadful place. "One more year...just one more year.." He thought to himself as he walked down the halls and wondered around, seeing all the students pass by. He really had no friends there, most people just ignored him either way so He could care less. He had some thoughts about skipping class but then realized that his presence was much needed and known due to the fact that he was at the top of his writing class. With all the respect he had left for people, and himself, he let out the largest sigh that he had in him and grabbed his book from his small locker and walked into the writing class. The teacher gave him a warm welcome as usual but he simply just nodded and then sat in his seat, waiting for those who were left to get in the class.

Dave noticed the new presence in the room but really had no intention of acknowledging her. Its not that he wanted to ignore the girl, he was just already into the writing prompt for today's class that the teacher had on the board. He wrote very quick and very neat, putting in each specific detail about the prompt that was up. The teacher always seemed to notice but never bothered. When he was hard at work, Dave always hated being bothered. He noticed that the class was starting now, but he just kept on writing. Everyone looked oddly at him, or so he thought, but he could care less at this point. He payed attention when needed to what the teacher had to say, and as she brought up the prompt and told everyone to get started, she walked back to see Dave was doing nothing. She gave a frown till she noticed that he had already finished the prompt and he gave her a small smile and a nod as she went to her seat. Dave just sat back and relaxed as everyone continued to work and he didn't.

Dave noticed the girl hand in her paper as well and was surprised at how soon after she handed hers in that he handed his in. He felt the sudden vibration of his phone in his pocket and stood and gave the teacher the normal look that he gave most of the other teachers when this happened. She smiled and watched as Dave walked out into the hall to answer his phone. Some of the students looked quite confused as to why a teacher would let a student get on the phone during a class but they simply ignored it like usual. After a few moments passed, Dave walked back in and up to the teacher. She soon nodded and he left the room. As he was leaving he didn't realize that he left his book there, and just kept walking. Its not that big of a deal if someone were to find it or not, the teacher would simply keep it and give it back to him when he returned.

Dave looked and sighed as the girl ran up and stood in front of him. He couldnt waste much time on this so he had to keep it short and simple. "Thanks,I tend to do this a lot." He said in his normal, monotone raspy voice as he then stepped to the side, soon after taking the book, and walked down the hall towards the doors to the outside area. He walked the narrow path toward the exit of the school in a hurried way, as if he were late for something.

Dave was gone for almost the rest of the period but returned with some time to spare. As he walked up and opened the door, he looked and noticed that the kid from his grade was in the teachers desk. He simply sighed as he figured the teacher was gone and went back to his desk not saying anything. He sat there just looking up at the ceiling and letting his thoughts wonder, not noticing all the people looking at him.

Dave simply folded his arms on his desk and put his head on them, hiding his face. He wasn't sleeping or anything, he just wasn't in the best of moods to be bothered. Wondering if either the kid walking around the class would say anything, the girl in the front, or the girl that was decently close to him. He just felt that something might happen if the slightest thing was said to him.

Dave popped his head up for a moment to see what was going on. He was going to get up and help the girl, though the other guy seemed to be doing quite fine. Dave may have not been a people person much, but when it came to stuff like this he was used to it due to his smaller cousin having the same problems. There might be a slight hint of something in common he could talk about, that is, if she confronted him first. He was never one to approach people right away. After a moment more, he put his head back down, letting his thoughts wonder again, still slightly irritated.

Dave looked up as he saw the kid talking to the girl. Anthony was his name I think. I tilted my head towards him and spoke up for the first time in my school career. "If the girl wants to go, let her go. Its her business not yours. Maybe she has something that needs done. I mean, you said nothing when I randomly walked back into the classroom, so why pick her out suddenly?" He said in his raspy monotone voice. After speaking, he was shocked that he had even said anything. He really didn't know why he spoke up, but he did, and it was done so he could not change it.

Dave looked at the girl as she shouted at him. Was quite strange to be yelled at for a change. But he really wasn't going to take anything from anyone. "Well its her business, its like I just told this kid, if its such a big deal for her to leave, then why wasn't it for me?! Its like you all just want to pick on her or something. He then felt the phone vibrate in his pocket again and stood from his desk, book in hand and walked to the door, slightly shoving the kid out of the way. "Want to stop my "Little stunt" go ahead and follow then. Though, its highly unlikely that you will." He said as he walked out of the class and down the hall once again.

The voices from the door down the hall started to fade a bit as Dave was walking at a decent pace. The phone call was serious and he needed to get to where he needed to be. But soon after leaving the room, his phone went off again. He answered it as he was walking but then the words came from the phone and he stopped. Right in his tracks, he stopped and didn't move. Those dreaded words, that he never wanted to hear unless he was there. "David...she is gone.." He somehow hung up his phone and then it dropped to the ground. He started shaking, violently at that, and then in one swift move, he turned, punched the lockers at full force, bloodying his hand and denting the locker, and then screamed random obscenities at the top of his lungs. He fell to his knees, loosing some blood from his knuckles. Not a single thought went through his mind if anyone had heard him from his class down the hall. But he stayed on his knees, shaking, and bleeding more and more.

Dave at first was lost in pain, depression, sadness, mostly all bad emotions. He then noticed the face of the girl from his class from before but didn't keep eye contact with her. "Yeah, my fist is bleeding, tears are coming from my eyes, i'm shaking like a scared child. I'm doing fantastic." He kind of snarled at her due to the fact of her yelling at him before, but something inside of him made him feel bad. He then looked up at her, tears mixing with blood on the floor and then he felt the pain of his loss once more go through him and he burst into shaking once more and took his bloodied fist and went to slam it into the lockers again.

Dave felt the searing pain go through his hand once more as the blood feel a bit quicker now. He looked down at the ground for a second to see that the puddle lying before him was growing, but what was strange is he wasn't feeling woozy at all like the before times, there was something keeping him conscious and he had no idea what it was. Then he felt the slap go across his face and looked up, really mad at this time, but then listened carefully to what she had to say. Maybe she was right, maybe he should talk about it. "Whats the point of talking about it if anyone that I tell just forgets about it right after? Its like, im speaking to myself practically and nobody even cares in the slightest of ways. No one ever listens, so why waste my breath?" He said now looked up and saw she was looking down now. He had a chance to make possibly a new friend, and this is what happened? "great...isn't this just absolutely fantastic. Good going Dave..." He said to himself, knowing this could either end, decently well or absolutely horrid.

Dave saw the gesture and accepted it so that he didn't look to much like the bad guy. After standing up, he could still see the blood going down to the ground but he just let it go and now looked at the girl, studying her features. She wasn't like most girls here. She was kind, and actually seemed to care, even though there were times when she yelled at him. It was strange and confusing, but he had worse happen to him. "Hey, thanks... And um... Sorry for freaking out a bit back there, its just... Lets just say something really bad happened. I really didn't mean to seem like a jerk, I promise. Not sure if ya know, but the name is David Lance, but my family just calls me Dave." Considering the fact that He had no friends, Dave had to bring up his family instead, not to sound creepy, but to speak the truth.

Dave looked at her and managed a small smile back. He then thought of having to go through even more trouble in order to fix this up. He sighed a bit before shaking his head. "Nah, don't worry its fine, as long as I can move it and touch it, its fine." He said as he moved it and was fine, but as soon as he touched the area that he punched the lockers he winced in pain and practically fell back down to the ground.

Dave looked at the girl for a moment and wondered if he should accept. "I don't want to ruin a perfectly good sweatshirt.. Im sure it should be fin- gahh..." He said as he winced in pain once more as it felt like it was starting to burn.

Dave stared as she wrapped his hand and was lost in thought for a second. "Why are you being such a help? From when you yelled at me before, I honestly thought you didn't like me or something." he asked curiously as he was quite surprised at how nice she was being.

Dave looked at her for a moment and shook his head. "I argued with him because he wouldn't leave that girl alone. I wasn't trying to be mean I promise, its just he wouldn't get off the fact that she didn't want to be there. What if she was sick or something, is he supposed to just stop here? She has her rights just as I have mine. Honestly, everyone can leave if they want." Dave noticed he seemed to be getting mean again and sighed. "look..im sorry, its just all this stuff is going on right now, I have nobody to talk to, and it just bothered me. I didn't want to be a bad guy." He said as he slowly tilted his head up in disappointment with himself.

Dave looked over as she got up and left and wondered where she could be going. Normally he would just skip class on a day like this but next period was band for him and he always loved it and didnt want to disappoint the instructor so he walked in late and back to the percussion section. All the fellow percussion members greeted him but he just sat in the corner with his headphones in and ignored most untill it was his time to play, not looking around to see and or look at anyone that was in the class.

Dave was slightly dozing off during the period but was scared awake by his phone which had only the vibrate on. he took out a headphone and put the phone up to his ear he then dropped the phone and sprinted out the door, screaming a certain obscenity that started with an F but wasnt finished until he ran out the door. He didn't care of the consequences so he just sprinted out, leaving his phone on the ground in the band room as he darted for the main doors of the school