(cover art not mine, it's by melinda hendrix on tumblr )
Updates will probably take a while, but hey what can I say
Michael Afton was born on September 27th, 1968. His little siblings were born on April 13th, 1972, and the other on December 19th, 19...
ok so somethings to say- 1) 1 week has passed since the therapy appointment and since the face thing, 2 weeks before that was his first appointment, and a week before that kenya died. so all in all 4 weeks. mikes school does a 2 week christmas break, but when the second semester started back up he didn't go back. he stayed home bc he's mentally ill and couldn't get himself to actual get ready for school or, most days, get out of bed. the other reason was because he really wanted to wait till his wounds so now he's going back to school after being out for 2 weeks longer than he was supposed to.
2) in the part where kenya died, when michael hurt his knee and kenya was like "it's just a scratch" ive decided he broke his knee, and when he kept running it made it so much worse. his kneecap had split in half bc he kept running and putting pressure on it. he didn't get it treated in time and now he has a slight but very permanent limp.
3) pretend i gave michaels first teacher a name or ill eat ur mom
4) and this is what michaels wearing in this part, TELL HIM HE LOOKS PRETTY.
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he's so pretty, isnt he? ISNT HE?
michael pov
i was walking to my first class, messenger bag thrown lazily over my shoulder, when someone tugged on my jacket sleeve. i turned around and there was a tall-ish boy with warm, dark, brown skin and short black dread locks staring at me. now, i'm already pretty tall. 195 cm. [michael thinks in the metric system bc he's bri'ish, hes 6'5]. that's taller than average. and he was maybe 182 cm? [6'0]. i'm pretty sure the sight of my face caught him off guard, because his eyes widened for a second when i turned around. he had a denim jacket and a tattered, grey ac/dc t-shirt.
"hey, man, uh i was wondering if you knew where room 215 is? teachers name is uhh...mcbride? i kind of just moved here and i can't find it." the boy continued to stare at me. his voice was just as warm as he was. it was smooth and deep. i nodded.
"that's actualleh the closs i'm headed to right now. i can show you." i smiled at him. he smiled back.
"nice!" he smiled, and we started walking. i led him to the stairs and he just stared at them for a second.
"that's why i couldn't find the classroom." he blinked
"hm?" i turned to him.
"i didn't realise there were stairs. my school didn't have stairs." he laughed. i liked his laugh. i felt an urge to make him laugh again. jesus i just met this guy. i laughed as well and we walked up the stairs together.
