Class C1- a dnf fanfiction (dreamnotfound)

Chapter one- far from perfect

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Su1c143 attempt

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The brunette stood bewildered at the sheet of paper that was slowly slipping from his fingertips. He read over the arial font printed in black and white as his eyes started to well up with tear drops large enough to fully soak his mothers tshirt. "Class C1" it dug into the boy's chest.

"I'm so sorry", his voice was slightly below a whisper as it traveled through his mothers ears- as she clung to her trembling son.

"I've let you down",

"You certainly haven't young man", her voice sounded the weakest it ever had been, but it was strong enough to hold George up on a pedestal.

"I'm not disappointed, or angry, or anything you're imagining", her voice remained quiet as she rubbed soothing circles into his back,

"If anything i'm proud of you for making it this far- I don't care about whether you've had a slip up with your grades; what matters to me is your mental health. We can't bring Dad back" her voice quivered slightly as she continued "However, we can move forward- and I know that you'll be back in A1 in no time alright?"

George nodded as he walked away, back up to his lonely yet ever so overwhelming room. He walked in and shut the door behind him, his fingers lingering on the door handle as he let out a long sigh. He made his way over to the full length mirror in the corner of his room and peered at himself. His brown hair seemed to have been falling out a lot more as of recent dates, most likely because of his lack of Vitamin D. His skin had also faded- almost a ghosty white that shown deep contrast with the practically black eye bags that hung from below the teens long and luscious eyelashes.

He smiled slightly in disbelief; pinching the bridge of his nose and staring at the floor his words were that of mere breaths-

"A burnt out gifted kid at it's finest, I could really do with a drink". He peered over to his bedside table noticing his pills lay, mocking him. Once again a surge of new emotions erupted through his body; another mood swing. He grabbed the medication stuffing it in his pocket before writing a note to his mother and leaving.

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Clay picked up his wallet and skateboard before rushing out of the house and making his way to the local corner shop. His cigarette hung lowly from his mouth as he let the late afternoon winds push him along, his shirt and chains dancing in the breeze. He'd just received his student plan for college less than an hour ago and he truly couldn't have been less interested- as hard as he may have tried. Class C1, it wasn't like it had changed. As he continued to drift along the neighborhood's streets he couldn't help but notice someone with their hood up who seemed to be following him. The wind blew ever so slightly, raising the boys hood so delicately revealing a portion of his face. Clay could have sworn he'd seen him before; probably just someone from the skate park. However the boy continued to follow Clay. Taking every turn Clay took. Fucking weirdo.

Placing his skateboard under his arm and putting his cigarette out on the cobble pavement, the teen stepped into the shop; slightly concerned as the boy from earlier was now just behind him, pushing it out of his mind he reached into the shop's fridge bringing out the last "ultra red" monster drink. However as his hand went to grab for what he assumed was going to be his- another hand had reached for as well.

"Hey what the fuck man get off" Clay was very strong worded when it came to possession of things; if he wanted it, it was practically already his. He turned to see the person from earlier staring up at him, however now Clay could see his face properly.