Perfect Places

Chapter 1

life isn't hard,
Living it, is.

(Sophomore year)

Aslan woke up. His black hair stuck to his forehead. He lifted his hand to his head.

Sweaty?

He must've had a bad dream. He cracked his knuckles which gave an awful loud sound and stood up.
Another day to live through.

I wish I would just never wake up again.
God, I'm tired.

He stumbled towards his mirror. Looking at his ugly being every day was exhausting but he had to. He had to see what he looked like every day.

His dark blue eyes stared into his own in the mirror.
Did he really look this bad?
He wasn't that ugly, was he?
If those bullies would just shut their mouth, Aslan would probably think he was pretty, maybe even beautiful.
And he was.
He was pretty.

His face was as outlined as other guys, he had good structured cheekbones.
His eyes were a mix of almond and round. His skin was pale and flawless and his black hair looked fluffy.
If only he had a better reputation, if only he wasn't picked on.
If only...

He opened his closet that stood next to his mirror.
He looked at the clothes.
So much black clothes. He smiled as he grabbed black baggy jeans from his closet and matched them with an oversized faded band shirt, that band being My Chemical Romance.

He took the clothes with him to the bathroom and took a quick shower. The warm water touched his pale skin.
The feeling was great.

After the shower he changed into the black jeans and the shirt.

"Maybe I don't look that bad, eh?" He whispered to himself as he studied himself in the mirror. His black jeans were cuffed at the bottom. Above the jeans was the shirt and above that were chains. His black hair looked soft and looked like a little cloud. The baggy shirt made him look a bit bigger than he was. In fact, he was not tall at all. He wasn't too skinny, he went to the gym after all, he had a light six pack but he was tiny at height. He was around 172, not that tall, maybe smaller.

"Ha, just kidding, I could literally throw up just looking at me. The fact that I'm trying to look pretty..."

Pathetic

He turned around to grab his backpack and started to walk downstairs. He saw his little sister sitting at the table, eating cornflakes.

"Want some breakfast?" His mom asked but he just shook his head. His sister glared at him which made him grin.

"What?" He asked and his sister started smiling.

"Nothing! Not-a-thing." She said and quickly took another spoon full of milk into her mouth. She was in the 7th grade now. She had brown eyes like their mother and black hair, just like him, although her hair was curly.
His mother also had black hair and was curly, their dad had brown hair with blue eyes. His dad left when he was 5.

"Bye mom, bye Izaya." He said with the most monotone voice and walked towards the door.

This year could be different.
This year could be fun.

He took his old, cracking bicycle and biked towards school.

-

"Look who we have here." Shawn said mockingly as he parked his motorcycle.

This year wasn't going to be different.

Shawn walked up to him. Luckily he was alone and not with the other boys. Aslan was late to school so there weren't lots of people outside.