Afraid

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11:58 am...

In the slim, brightly lit hallways of Viking high, New York city, Tyra Nash stepped through the hallway in her black, laced, high heeled boots and pure black outfit. Terribly ripped jeans in a gray tint, a black face mask and a crop top skull shirt. Her neck had a tight spiked collar and up her wrists were punk-rock style bracelets. Her steps through the bland white halls were just as boring as always, the same routine of dodging hyper-active students or the crying girls fighting over who-called-who a bitch. The only difference has seemed to be the class schedule, spitting up 8 classes between 2 days to switch. Today was a B day as others called it, where her classes only consisted of an Art class, Computer game design, Physical education, and lastly, Health class. The only break being the 20 minute lunch between P.E and Health, but it's not much of a break when a girl on your ass comes to pick petty fights with your friends. It's classic for that typical high schooler life. There's always one or two people who try to be besties with you only so they can suck your soul away.

"Hey bitch!" Speak of the bloody devil. Marylou Alger, the school drama queen. Whenever she wants pity, she says everyone hates her or that she wants a boyfriend so badly..She isn't wrong that everyone hates her, it's just annoying to hear it time and time again. She ran up behind Tyra and lunged her arm around her throat as they walked. She had long dirty blond hair, always wore some bright peppy clothing with bright blue ripped jeans and cowgirl boots. They had totally different aesthetics, and totally different mindsets. Mary wanted all the attention she could get, no matter the cost. She didn't want to lift a finger to fight, but to throw around petty threats to produce a false fear in everyone but Tyra, since she saw right through it. Mary wanted undying love and praise and for her to be the most popular girl in school, even her parents gave her that love, only because she lied her way through the years. Tyra on the other hand was quiet, she liked to talk to friends but if she sees a problem with the relationship, she fades out of it. Yet, she's a challenger. She never broke down in front of others, Never cried, and when others asked about the scars on her arms she said it was due to an accident on a bike. She made sick, dirty jokes to make everyone else laugh and will even make jokes about the sadistic life she had, only giving clues until people got the hint that she's darker than her paper white skin and indigo dyed hair. She lived for a dangerous rush that could either put her in the hospital, or kill her.

"Guess what the hell just happened!"

"you..saw a dildo in the bathroom?" Tyra kept monotone, her head down as she stared blankly at the ground beneath her.

"The hell- No! Why would that be there?!"

"There's a literal sign that says 'Free Dildo' and hell multiple girls put theirs down for trading."

"Are you gonna join in?" She made a light, sly smirk as Tyra pulled out her phone to focus on something else.

"girl i'm lesbian and can't physically handle...y'know-"

"Don't be such a pussy! Hell, if I can handle Sam's 2 fingers you can handle some too." Sam..he was her 16th ex boyfriend, no exaggerations. She flipped through boyfriends like a book, they all learn she is the queen of school drama or she doesn't like how little sex they give her.

"I'm just not like that-"

"Mason called me a bitch!" interrupting, classic for her. Tyra genuinely expected more drama complaints over things she starts because it's simply every single conversation. "Huh..that's really weird, why?" At this point, she was a master at acting like she cared about Mary's petty little issues.

"So I was talking to his layla-" Mason's girlfriend, as usual. "And she wasn't talking to me, she had her headphones on and Mason was talking for her!"

"Mary, she has anxiety, could she have just been tired or anxious?"