I glance down at my blood colored phone, 8:30 am. By now I'm running as fast as I can, but the halls are already clear, the first sign that I'm late. I slide, almost falling, into room 2-A. Crap, no one is here. Normally, you would think good right? At least I didn't fall into my classroom and everyone see me. Wrong, this means I'm late for the beginning ceremony.
"Oh-no!" I gasp, then it hits me; If I run maybe the ceremony hasn't began. I race down the hall. Classes and numbers fly by me, blurred vision, heart pounding. Next thing I know, I hear a crash, then a thud, then silents.
Every thing goes into slow motion when I look up to see all of my peers staring at me. I can feel my face glowing red, turning the color red as blood rushes through me, my heart is about to pop. Just when I think it can't get any worse, every one burstes out into laughter.If my face could get any redder it would.
Then a man stretches his hand out to me, "Are you alright dear?" I don't know what to say. I try to speak, but all I get is stuttering. "Look she can't even speak!" says a snide girl and laughter roars again. "Look at her face!" says a boy, "It's so red!" says another. The roar of the crowd scares me. I feel my heart beat.
Then I do the un-thinkable, my heart stops and I run as fast as I can out of the auditorium. I can hear the laughter as I run. My heart beats hard, I know no one can catch me. I hear teachers calling for me, using every sweet name in the book.
I didn't know where to go, so I just kept running. It is, after all, what I know best. I was a runner all through middle school. I remember when Kasuo would come and watch me run, Mom never could. She was always to stressed over Dad leaving her. I never saw my dad again after he walked out of our house. I don't blame him though. Mom was never there, we still barely see her now. She ripped Dad's heart, I guess, now she rips other people's hearts.
My heart aches as I sit down on a bench in the court yard. Fall, it really is beautiful. All of the colors of autum blend perfectly; red, brown, yellow and orange swirl in beautiful patterns among the trees.
A small red leaf falls on my lap as I sit there, tears falling down my now light red cheeks. Red, it's my favorite color. It was pink, back when I was still in that whole dad's little princess stage. But then I realized that life isn't a playground and you don't always get what you want, let along what you need.
My lungs are still gasping for air. I suck in hard, it's hard to cry when your tired and out of breath. When your tired, it's hard to do much of anything, really. I lay down on the bench. My eyes close, my mind blurs into a light sleep. When I awake a woman with bright red hair and pale blue eyes is sligthly shakes me, "Sweetie? You okay? Do you need to talk to someone?" I jeirk up, surprised at first but to sleepy to think clearly.
"No." I say, still slightly sleepy.
"Are you sure?" the woman ask.
"Yes." I reply, slightly annoyed now. I hate when people ask you "Are you sure", it's like they think your stupid or something.
"Kanon, let me handle this, she is my student." says a man, now walking in through the large glass doors.
"Oh, Okay well if she ends up needing anything you know where to send her!" says Kanon and stands up brushing her bright pink skirt off. "Alrighty I'll leave you two to the talking!" She gives this bright smile that makes you want to trust her. I don't trust teachers, or councilors for that matter. They say that they will keep your secret, they really just talk about it with all of the other teachers at lunch.
"You alright, kid?" the man leans down to look at me. I wipe my eyes just to make sure they aren't wet.
"Yeah." I relpy, really, I don't like to talk to teachers.
"Hm..." the man watches, fixes his glasses and stands up. "Alright, you took a pretty hard fall back there. You hurt?"
Man this guy doesn't sound like a teacher. "I'm fine." I don't tell him that the only thing hurt is my dignity, pride and my heart. I thought maybe this year people would like me. "So your my teacher?" I manage to ask after a few minutes of akward silence.
"Yup, Yasuo is the name. Yours?" He holds out his hand.
"Shiori, Yasuo sensei." I answer.
"Well come on, kid. Let's get you to class." He takes my bag and walks me back to room 2-A. I hope no one will stare at me. Although I know this won't happen. Yasuo sensei walks into the class room and directs me to my seat. Every one is busy with filling out their information cards...well they were busy. As soon as people start to look at me funny, Sensei makes them look away.
"Shiori," I glance up from my seat. "Yes, Yasuo sensei?" I answer. "take one of these cards, fill it out, and give it back to me when your done." I stand up from my seat and head towards the front. Just as I'm about to get there someone sticks their foot out from the side of their desk. I fall with a loud smack. Yasuo sensei stands up, now angry. "Okay Tomio, thats it, there will be NO bullying in my class! Do you hear me? That goes for all of you! Tomio to the office NOW. I hope you first year students know that at Junko Academy you will be suspected to behave accordingly." His eyes scan the class room. All is silent, even I can feel the tension in the air. Yasuo's voice went from nice to scary in like 2.4 seconds. "Tomio, lets go." the dark haired boy stands up with a smirk and looks at me. Then, Yasuo grabs his arm and drags him out. Every thing in the class room is quiet for a moment. A girl with ivory hair stands up, brushes her skirt down, walks across the room and leans down in front of me. I glance up at her for a moment, she looks like she is my age. Her purple, pink eyes look down into mine. "Here." she stretches a much needed hand to me. I let her help me up, "You people should be ashamed of yourselves! Look at her! She's was just late, and fell, and you all think it's funny!" the girl looks back at me.
"Don't worry about them. Hi my names Miku Yuzuki, but you can call me Yuzuki." her smile is so big and welcoming, I can't help but like this girl.
"Oh-Uh," Crap, my throat is choking up again. Why do I always do this when I need to talk the most? I'm not afraid of people, I talk to them all the time. Maybe it's because when I need to talk to ease the situation and my mind can't think.
Yuzuki looks at me still smiling, "Look, she still can't talk!" laughs a girl. Then the girl stands up. "Anyway who cares, you both look like losers to me. Hm!" the preppy brunet walks to the front and sits in Yasuo sensei's chair and spins. "Tamiko! Come on stop being so harsh!" says a guy in the door way. The boy, well man more like it, looks to be a 3rd or 4th year. "Arata! Aw you came to see me! How cute are you!" says the brunet. "Um excuse me, where are you suppose to be? This is a first year classroom Mr." says Yuzuki.
"Ha, he's my boyfriend! Jealous?" says Tamiko the brunet, and the boy smiles.
"Why would I be jealous of you!" says Yuzuki.
"Because, I'm hot and your not! HA!" says Tamiko.
"You? Hot? HA, Look I don't wanna be mean but-" Yuzuki was cut off when Yasuo walks in.
"Excuse me, Sir where are you suppose to be? Get out of my class room. Tamiko, get out of my chair and -" he stops when he spots us. "Girls please sit down."
"Oh of course Sensei!" Yuzuki blurts and quickly sits down. I'm the only one still standing. "Um....Yasuo sensei?"
"Yes, dear?" he says as he sits down.
"I still need my card."
"Oh- right, here you are." I take the card and sit down, smoothing my skirt as I sit. I glance up at the girl who saved me. Yuzuki must have been looking at me because when I looked up, she smiled at me. At least I know someone is on my side.
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True Friends
Ficción General"What does the word friendship mean to you?" he whispered to me, his breath was hot with anger. "Kazuo, you wouldn't understand! You never understand" I stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind me. "Where in the hell do you think you're go...
