Trees

Ashtray.

Sal's Pov

"What the hell Sal." Larry chuckled, watching me poke holes into the clay to make a weird ass face. I giggled and showed him, he shook his head and laughed. "Oh my fucking god." I heard someone mumble. I looked up and saw Travis himself, he was looking down at me and Larry. "Hi Travis" I said looking back down at my ball of clay. Larry obviously scoffed and said hello in the most rudest way.

I glanced over to his hand, seeing that there was a few stains of blood, but it was still wrapped perfectly. He started fiddling with the top of it, I looked up to him, and he looked nervous. I sighed and squashed my clay, it was really soft. Soon enough Travis was handed a ball of clay and the teacher coughed before speaking.

"So today we're going to make a dust collector for today. Basically things you put on shelf's or desks to look at. You can take as much time as you want on it because this is the last class if the day" He said sitting as his desk. "The blending tools are in that drawer, the knifes are in there, and get a cup of water over there. Go" He said coughing again. "I'll get you're stuff little dude" Larry said getting up. I nodded and sat there playing with my clay. Travis got up and walked away.

I felt my clay getting dryer, the softness going away. I sighed as Larry came back and handed me my stuff. I rolled my sleeves back and noticed how pale I was, I'm like snow. I started to rub water on the clay mixing it and making it back into a soft ball. Travis came back and nearly spilled his water, mumbling something to himself. He grabbed his ball of clay and practically cringed. I looked back at mine and started to decide what to make.

Hmmm, my gear boy? Nah, my prosthetic? Nah,, I glanced over to Larry's and he was making my prosthetic, he noticed me and he hid it with his hands. "Asshole don't look" he said groaning. I chuckled a bit and sighed. Hmm. Maybe I can make something for Larry. I started playing with my clay, as a great idea came into mind. I started making a circular base, attaching walls.

Travis pov

I tried making something but my body just refused. I hate touching this shit. It feels like actual shit. I look over to the Freak and see he's making- a fucking ash tray apparently, looks shitty as well. I didn't know he smoked. Makes him even more of a fag. I felt someone staring at me, and obviously it was the other sick freak. Larry fucking Johnson.

I rolled my eyes and scoffed. "Fucking idiot" I mumbled. I forced myself to touch the clay, making a little bowl. I hate it I hate it I hate it. Fuck it's so gross. Just make a simple bowl or some shit and you'll be done. I hate it I hate it. I dipped my finger in the water and started smoothing out the cracks. I instantly moved my hands away as I was done.

My hands looked gross so I went to go wash them. I still felt Larry's eyes burning into my head, I hurried and dried them off and sat back down.
I started fiddling with my bandages again. What's father going to think when he sees me. When he sees my bruise and my hand. What do I say? I can't lie, he'll know. Fuck uhhm. I could say that I fell down and hurt my nose on the concrete, and then the gravel fucked up my hand. What if that doesn't work.

Shit. I don't even know if he's at the church today. If he sees this I'm dead. He'll send me to hell himself. What do I do. This is all Larry's fault. And the fucking teachers fault. I fucking hate this, why can't I just fucki- I felt a sharp pain go through my hand, liquid dropping down. I looked at my hand and I see blood coming down and dripping on the table. I must of been squeezing my hand. I sighed and didn't bother to clean the blood. I looked back over to the two fags and I saw Sal looking at my hand, then up at me. His stupid, ugly, blue eyes.

I shot him a glare that made him look down at his ashtray. I noticed a plant on it, it looked weird. I rolled my eyes and looked at my hand again. The bandages were bloodied up and sorta undone. I bit the inside of my cheek. Great. I scoffed and looked away. I looked around the room, scanning the people.

Then my eyes caught onto a guy with his hair up in a bun. Another Fag? Are you kidding me? He looked at me and his ears turned pink. What the hell.? I looked away, looking back at the freak. Larry got up and went to the teacher.

"Freak" I whispered. Sal slowly looked up, making the last detail of his ashtray. "What Travis" he said in a monotone voice. "Who's that guy over there" I said pointing, he looked over, his eyes following my finger. "That's Marley." he said looking away and looking at me then at the table. "I see." I guess I have more people to fucking bully. I felt Sal's eyes on me. I looked up and saw that he was looking at my hand.

"Stop looking." I scowled. From his eyes, he looked like he was going to say something but he didn't.

Larry came back as soon as the bell rang, I got up and started to leave. But then I felt a hand on my shoulder. What now? I turn around and see Marley. "Hey, I- uhm, saw you staring and I noticed that you're hand was bleeding" he said. He was fiddling with his fingers. "And?" I said scoffing. "I wanted to ask if I could wa-walk you to the nurse" he said. I noticed his cheeks turn red as he stuttered.

"I'll manage." I started to walk away again, but his stupid voice stopped me. "Wait what's your name?" He said grabbing my arm again. I rolled my eyes and pulled my arm back from his grasp. "Travis, now fuck off" I said walking away quickly before he could grab my arm again. I heard a faint "see you tomorrow Travis." I sighed and walked faster.

Also I kinda fucked up the schedules, I promise they don't have like 3 classes- next chapter I'll probably put in their schedules and shit. So ye :]