It's Untitled.

“Fuck.”

That was the first thing William Monasty said as he saw the papers for his Grade 11 report card slide onto the table, and scatter on the floor of the ordinary classroom. The students around him continued bragging about their grades, or discussing the latest movies. It didn't matter to him though, nothing did. He already saw his marks, before they were even out of the envelope completely.

A failing grade in English meant he was going to have to take an extra year of school. Luckily for him, he didn't fail. Instead, he passed with an 87. What really surprised him was his marks in everything else. Chemistry, Functions, Architecture, they were all below 40. He was definitely screwed when his parents found out.

A friendly tap on the shoulder caused him to look behind him, at his friend Lee, a tall, skinny Korean kid who probably did as bad as him on his report. He was the epitome of crappy otaku, today he came to school with a Naruto jacket, and a Bleach touque. His glasses were “an exact copy of Kabuto's”, and he proudly showed off his 'wide' collection of manga and anime. And he wasn't exactly fit to be a 'ninja' either, he was the slowest kid in his P.E class last year.

Lee looked at the papers on the floor, and laughed heartfully, “I guess you're just that excited that you aced everything,”. Will's heart sank as he forced a smile.

“So, let's see what you got, Lee. I bet it's so much better than mine.” He said sarcastically, and Lee pulled out his card. Looking at the marks, Will's jaw dropped as every mark on that page read over 90, even in English. The teacher even said he was the smartest person in that class.

“I knew you were disappointed in me, man. I mean, I could've gotten as good as your if I only tried harder...” Lee sighed. Will bent over, and picked up the papers. He then gave them to Lee, who burst out laughing at his marks.

After a few minutes of chuckling, Lee handed Will back the report card. “Seriously man, a 32 in Architecture? You must've been stoned every day to fail THAT bad, let alone fail,”. Will responded with a “Gee, thanks,” and sulked out of the classroom after gathering his books.

The generic hallways were filled with chatter, mostly freshman girls racing down the halls to show their friends how accomplished they were. Gee, those one's must've passed Applied Math with a 57!, he thought as he stared intently in the distance, looking at nothing. He didn't even pay attention to their ass, or anything. Maybe if he passed, but not today. Today was a bad day, a dark day indeed.

He looked out the window, at the courtyard, people sitting down at the big tree in the middle, eating their lunches. It was only a half day after all. It was the beginning of Spring, the leaves were just beginning to bud, and the clouds let the sun partially through, shining down on the students.

A girl came up next to him, looked in his direction, and said “Hey!” Of course, Will didn't know who this girl was, she seemed like a freshman too. He wasn't going to bother surverying her body today, though. It was a dark day indeed. He stared gloomily at the girl. “Do you know me?” He said.

“No... I don't think so.” The girl responded, slightly creeped out. William decided that this was a great chance to screw with her mind, and show the cheery bitch just how bad he felt.

He responded, “I am the world's greatest poet. Bodaley, Ramon, William Blake, their blood flows through my viens. Would you like to hear my poem?” She nodded, obviously unsure of the prank. “It's untitled.” Will cleared his throat before starting, beginning with a barely audible voice, and increasing to a near scream. “Fuck. Fuck. FUCK. FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK!” The girl shrieked, and ran away, to which Will only looked at her, lowering his voice again. “Fuck? Fuck? Fuck fuck fuck fuck...”.

Once she was out of sight, he burst into laughter, finally able to release some of the tension he built up after looking at that report card. It was only the first semester too, he could just retake Math next semester, the other 2 courses were optional. Will quietly walked back to the class, finally at ease of mind, he noticed the large breasts of some of the girls around him.

The rest of the day was quite uneventful, and Will's shame slowly came back to him. What would happen to him when his parents found out? Surely he would be exiled to his auntie and uncle's house in Bel-Air... he could only hope they wouldn't. They'd only do that if he got in a fight. He couldn't help be tremble at the thought, though.

He packed up his stuff, cleaned out his locker, and slumped down the hall to get home. Through the windows, he noticed the clouds were darker, and the rain was starting to come down. Damnit, he thought, I gotta get back home before the weather gets worse. He got on the bus, looked out the window, and stared longingly at the clouds. He wished he could be that high. But, he couldn't. He had to get home, and get ready for work.

At the other end of town, the train slowed to a halt at the station. As the passengers filed out of the sliding doors, one stood out from the crowd of middle/old aged men who were returning from work or visiting. A young girl, presumably around the ripe age of 17, stepped out of the train and onto the platform, her black high heels feeling akward. She didn't like wearing them, but her dad said that a girl always looks best with them on. He also said “the bigger the boobs, the better”, so she didn't really know why she trusted him with things like this.

She brought a couple of bags with her, the contents unknown except to her. Her trusty purse was at her side, that was really all that she needed right now. Some Visa's, debit cards, a wallet. Oh, and perfume! She couldn't forget about her makeup kit either.

Rushed men pushed past her, making her do the same as the crowd thickened as she stood there. Her dark brown hair flowed behind her, brushing against her tight t-shirt. It really showed off her nice D-cups, and left a good line of cleavage at the top. It tapered down to her thin waist, and stretched out at her hips, before stopping, exposing her belly button. She was also wearing a pair of short shorts, which left everyone with a good view of her large thighs.

She was a goddess, any man in the subway station would've died to get with her. She could tell too, her blue eyes spotted many men glancing at her figure lustfully. She just shook her head, sighed, and continued up the stairs out of the station.

It was raining outside, so she opened up her umbrella, and began to walk. Where was she going, anyway? It was an apartment, somewhere near downtown. But she didn't know the city that well, and had to stop at a nearby restaurant to ask for directions.

The place was near empty, it made sense, it was around 2pm. Who the heck eats at 2 in the afternoon? The man behind the counter looked at her, obviously taking notice of her, flushed red as the she walked up to the counter. She was hungry, starving, actually. It's not everday that she felt this way. She looked at the menu, giggled at some of the items, and faced the man.

She opened her mouth, her light, somewhat high voice echoed throughout the restaurant. “Umm, can I have an order of chicken noodle soup, and a baked potato please.” The man nodded his head, and left to go get her order ready.

She looked around, it truly was deserted here. It didn't look like a bad restaurant though, just... badly placed. It was in the middle of nowhere special, and there were many other restaurants near her. So why did she choose this one? It didn't matter, after all, she already ordered.

The man came out with her order, she paid, and began to eat. Once she was finished, she looked up at the man, and questionably asked, “Say, do you know how to get here?” She showed him the paper with the address on it. The man nodded, and wrote down directions for her.

As she turned to leave, he stopped her, and said, “Watch out, there tends to be alot of... weird people around that area.” She thanked him for the advice, and left, her heels clacking on the ground.

The streets weren't very busy, she could see why, it was raining out. Not many people like to be outside in the rain. But she had to, so she trudged along, umbrella in hand, to the street she was told to go to. Soon after she left, the rain stopped, and the sun shone through again.

As she walked down the street, it seemed like some sort of ghetto. It creeped her out, but this was the way the man told her to go, so she continued onwards. The sidewalk was cracked in many places, and she nearly got her heels stuck in one of the cracks.

As she passed by one pathway, it led between two houses. Light didn't get in here very well. She noticed a man leaning against a wall in there, smoking a cigarette, his scruffy beard didn't look very well kept.

He looked over at her, and grinned. “Well, look what we have here. You new here?” He took a step towards her, and she tried to step back, but found herself unable too. “Well, let me show you around...” He wrapped his arm around her, and forcibly pulled her into the darkness. He pulled out a switchblade, and laughed, “I can't believe you haven't taken off your clothes yet. Fucking bitch.” He swung at her, cutting her shirt, and some of her arm too. The girl screamed out, but noone heard her, as the man advanced, she lowered to a whimper, tears in her eyes, as she gave up resisting, and let the man take her.

Will returned from work, and placed his dry raincoat on the rack. He slipped off his shoes, an old pair of Vans he picked up from a dollar depot somewhere in downtown, and placed them in the closet, alongside his mother's. His father had left on a business trip some months ago, he still send letters when he could. Will found it surprising that his sister's shoes weren't here, she said she would be back from her trip a few hours ago.

Will passed by the living room, and looked at the clock, which told him that it was 6PM. He dropped his bag on the couch, and turn on the TV. Taking a seat, he watched the news for a little bit, but lost interest in it after the last 3 stories were about a man who lost his cat, rising fish prices in the western states, and yet another report on the war on terror. He flipped it off, and walked into the kitchen, where his mom greeted him with a hello, and a kiss on the cheek.

Will looked at her, slightly annoyed, but not angry, and joked, “Come on, cut it out, I'm not 10 anymore...” She relented, and went back to preparing dinner, he could smell the preogies boiling on the stove.

“Did Rachel call you this afternoon? I'm worried about her, she's already 2 hours late...” His mom anxiously asked him. “Normally, she'd call, but...” Her voice trailed off as the local news interrupted her.

“A man has been put in custody under accusations of attempted rape, after a brave and daring attempt by a young woman disarmed the man and left him unconscious. The girl suffered minor wounds, and was taken to the hospital to be treated.” Both Will and her mother stared at the radio. Had that been why she wasn't here?

His mom was the first to do anything, she shook her head, and walked towards the door. “Watch the dinner while I'm gone, just try to make sure they don't burn, okay? I'll be back by 7.” She slipped her shoes on, grabbed a jacket and the umbrella, and walked out the door.

Will shook his head, sighing as he sat at the dinner table, staring intently at the turkey, slowly cooking in the oven. He wondered what that turkey was thinking before it had been killed, for no reason in particular. That's what fear did to a person, it made them wonder about all the things that could happen. Did the turkey struggle? Of course it did. Did the girl struggle? Yes. Their captor was the same, a man with a weapon. But, the stronger survived, as usual.

Which made him wonder, it couldn't have been her who was... raped. Will didn't like using the word, there were things he liked way better, however, rape was probably above scat and guro... but below almost everything else. He wrote a list about what he liked, just incase someone happened to come along that was just right for him, and they'd slowly explore all his tops on that list, starting with....

He couldn't remember, he was too stressed over the situation. Will didn't know why either, he knew that even if it was his sister, she's only minorly wounded... it's not like she's going to need life support or anything. Strangely, he was reminded of the time when they were kids and she lost her house keys at school, the only pair too.