(CANCELLED EDITING) The Runaways of Westville

1|| Westville.

Jolting awake in a cold sweat, was Micheal Woods, Micheal was a somewhat average depressed teen, I mean there was 2.9 million depressed teens in Gyiuph at one point? So at least some of them had to be like Micheal?

Oh well, Micheal didn't need them either, he was running away with his sister and his boyfriend. All of them were treated terribly, finally they got fed up and decided to run away, a few months before any of them turned 18.

Everything was fine in the small country town of Westville apart from the mass cutting down of the once flourishing trees, contractors wanted to flatten the entire area and then turn it into thousands of tiny overly expensive apartment skyscrapers, ruining everything the small forest town had built up over years of keeping isolated from the rest of society. After all society was a very cruel place. Not even Westville could escape it fully, but at least it was more welcoming to all kinds of people. Well some people. Micheal and his small group of friends were consistently bullied for no good reason other then their taste in clothes.

Micheal was a somewhat average sized tall-ish boy with about thirty hoodies and pairs of sweatpants in his closet. He also wore a black spiked choker with a heart ring, who knew a choker could be so controversial. Underneath the layers of his hoodies and sweaters he always wore a mother of pearl octopus necklace. Odd for someone who seemed to be minimalistic on the jewelry sense even for a weird kid. It had been a gift from someone important to him, someone gone like everyone who ever came to Westville.

Micheal went to school with his love and sister, Vi Quicksilver and Rowan Bronze, they were the so called 'dog squad' (due to their matching chokers). Micheal hated that name but he perfered to avoid conflict. Conflict only lead to problems. If he could keep his grades above a C and keep out of trouble then he could survive the year. How hard could it be? The last grade of school, 12th grade, it couldn't be so hard. They had lived through much harder times right? The last year of school couldn't be so hard.

He was wrong. This last year of his life was yet to be proclaimed as his worst but that one gut feeling he had whispering in his ear told him everything would go downhill. School was finally coming back after being gone for the short summer. School was hell as always. You had the divided sides. 'The Boys', The Quiet kids, The Smart Kids, The Sassy kids, The LGBTQ+, and the singular headache explosion of a person for of the entire year. Then there was 'The Dog Squad'. They never really fit in, they were lgbtq but they weren't as extroverted and open as them nor close to the amount of crazy. They were crazy but not in the way that these kids were. These kids were the ones to actively choke each other over a seat at lunch, these were the kids who need to take depressants to calm themselves down from having a complete hyper maniac moment. The school was subpar and pretty average apart from its students. Westville's charter school was filled with rejects to say the least. The students were either the ones getting bullied trying to escape their tormentors and said tormentors who were expelled from better schools for their actions, there was the small group who were raised in Westville or nearby who chose to keep coming. Micheal included, he was raised so close to the school that he walked there every morning and walked back. It was nice only having to get up thirty minutes before school started and having a serene walk through the woods and over the river.  It was good to clear his mind after his parents constant expectations. He had to succeed for them, they hadn't and they wants what's best, thus he had to get straight A's for them. Especially in his last year of high school. He needed to get into a nice college for them he needed to, he just needed to! He had to! It's what his parents wanted.

This was his first day so he had to be his best. Stepping onto the front steps he sighed in anticipation. Soon they would run away, soon. He walked to the front desk and waited for the desk lady, he could never remember her name. Soon she returned.