Chapter 2: School time!

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RING RING RING!!




RING RING RING!!


RING RI-


                "Mh...Ugh..mm..." I sat up my bed in discomfort as I lift up my arms up to stretch. "Thomas, it's time for school!! Get dressed and come down for breakfast , my son." My dad yells from downstairs, joyful cords in his raspy deep voice.                 




"Oh my god......School already?...God damn it." I let myself fall back down harshly, groaning at today's day. It's time to go to a school that I might not even be in for longer than 4 months. Great! It felt like minutes that I got in my amazing sleep, Well guess I better get ready, or else i'll get in big trouble, don't wanna ruin my dad's day do I?  


Well......UH anyways. 

I jump off my bed hearing a thump on the wooden floor of my bedroom and I glide to my closet for my uniform. I take out a white collared long sleeved button up, a pair of blue jeans, and a grandpa sweater to put over the collared shirt. I bring all my clothes to the bathroom.

I slowly take of my shirt. As I place the dirty shirt on the floor of the bathroom I stare at my left arm in sorrow. 

(TW: PAST SELF HARM :()



The slowly-healing scars on my pale skin crossing paths, I trace my finger on my right hand on the scars, my eyes start to cloud up, but never did I shed a tear. The scars were 5 months ago. These kids in the last school I went to in California made fun of my mother, talked shit about her and physically attacked me....I really don't know what I did to them. It hurt. The bruise on my under my right eye was a light purple mixed in coco brown, still existing. Did my dad know? Nope, I told him the most simple excuses, 'I fell over the stairs' 'I hit my ___ while walking to school.' and he always used to believe me...Surprisingly. 

It felt unfair to me. That's when I started harming myself, haven't done it in a while..

I turned over and locked eyes with the razor blade next laying on the side of the sink. I shut my eyes tightly, ......no, not now. Please.

(End of TW!!)


I take off the rest of my clothes and hop in the shower.

10 minutes later.

It's now 7:24. I get dressed , taking a big longer since I washed my hair with my favorite strawberry scented shampoo. I brush my curly brunette hair and dry it up. 


Okay. I'm ready, time to eat breakf-


"THOMAS WATTSON!! WHAT ABOUT BREAKFAST-" I rushed out the door with a green apple I got from the dining table. Didn't wash it but I don't care. I placed my black headphones on top of my head, playing one of my favorite songs. Marceline by Willow smith. It's really good.

It only took 12 minutes till I got to school. 7:36. 24 minutes until school starts.

I sit at a bench alone around Eastern Study Academy. Trees scattered among the place. Friend groups chattering and blabbing, and the jocks playing around with their stupid balls.

The "nerds" sitting next to a tall green leafed tree with full-on shade. The "mean girls" hanging around the jocks spreading rumors on the first day. Problematic much-. The hippies dancing around to tunes in the side of the school. Whatever whatever, a very cliche school until...


This boy I see.. hm.


His black straight hair, length up to his lower neck blowing out of his face, his bold brown eyes searching around the place, The scrawny hairs on his chin make him just oh so more handsome. His butterscotch skin shining bright with the sun. He's wearing the same uniform as me but with a jacket the jocks are wearing, he's talking to a girl with blonde hair, and by the looks of it- hazel eyes. Wearing the uniform but with a very short skirt. The "boys" crowding him. 


"I can't get distracted. I have to stay foc-"

*RING RING RING*


That's the bell I guess. Here I go.                        





*sigh*



 A/n: (Making a part two!! I have to go somewhere so probably will do it around when I come back!! Hope you like it. Added a little angst to it, cause why not. I added a TW because some people don't really read the 'Before you read and always just start the story, so I made sure you guys won't have bad flash backs. Love you all!! :,))

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