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𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓽 1

𝙽𝚘 𝙿𝙾𝚅 (TW: actions of homophobia and bullying)

     "Bucket, you should trim your hair,"

     "I thought I told you to stop calling me bucket, and I don't gotta trim shit," 'Bucket' or Beckett implied, flipping his hair out of his face. His red highlights, now a dull, almost maroon color, mixed with his black hair. When they arrived at their shared lockers, he was met with a rather insulting surprise. Written on his and Dashielle's lockers were slurs and insults written in sharpie. One big one scribbled onto Beckett's locker, "Emo fagot". He turned around to see a group of jocks and assholes laughing at their antics.

      "Hey assholes, at least learn how to spell the slur," He yelled as he grabbed his things from his locker. His supplies not only consisted of just textbooks and rulers, but he had complete shading and colored pencil sets. He had arrays of acrylic paints lining the shelves of his locker and a variety of brushes. Stacks of paper and empty sketchbooks aligned on a separate shelf, being held up by books of varying topics. His art adorned the walls and inner door of the locker filled not only with just colors but shadows and depths of emotions.

     His home nation, Syclay, was exceptionally known to the rest of the world for being indulged in the creative arts as their culture. The streets of cities are always lined with paintings for sale, musical instruments, varieties of clay, tools of stylography, and even dancing shoes on display in the windows of shops. Parks are filled with structures and many people walk by to view the spectacle while taking in the natural tranquility of the surrounding trees. One school in particular, in the town of Stonepotcol, is known throughout the nation for turning out some of the noteworthiest artisans in the entirety of Syclay.

     Beckett loves his school and loves art so very much that he is known as one of the top three artists in the school. In the upcoming weeks, he would be participating in a nationwide contest, filled with some of the top artisans from other leading schools, all of them mastering different forms of arts. Beckett had been dreaming about the recognition, the creations, everything about it would be so wonderful.

       However, right as he was indulging in his thoughts, a rather short shoulder nudged his backpack, walking by without a care in the world.

      "Hey what the-" Beckett spun around and saw a rather..short male. He was wearing an umber button-up, tucked into some graphic charcoal suit pants. He dressed in a light gray dress jacket, unbuttoned surprisingly. To finish it off, he had a brown leather, over-the-shoulder, schoolbag, and some brown leather clogs. Not only was his outfit intriguing, but his facial features were something out of the works of Johannes Vermeer. He had smooth dark beige skin, his cheeks deviated to a rosy red. His eyes were a bitter dark chocolate color, but they shone with tranquility and lull. His hair was almost an acorn brown, and it was light and fluffy like a bundt cake, except it was filled with kinks and curls and trailed down to his shoulders.

       However, the tranquility in his eyes turned into agitation as his bag had accidentally opened and spilled its contents onto the floor. There were many fountain pens and bottles of ink, accompanied by notepads. The stranger bent down, picked up his things, looked at Beckett, and just walked away while placing everything back in his bag. Beckett couldn't help but be troubled by his presence and his aura. Sure, they just bumped into each other, but something seemed pretty off about him.

     "Dude, that's the new transfer student, I heard they're a top litterateur at their old school," Dashielle informed him, grabbing his things. Beckett gritted his teeth and grabbed his supplies, watching the boy walking into his homeroom.

It seems that Beckett has some competition.

(Hello everyone!!! I'm so sorry for being gone for so long, but a lot of things have happened and it's been a lot more chaotic than most would like. But now I'm back and with a new book, this time, it's just general fiction instead of fanfiction but it is currently 1:48 in the morning so I'm just going to end off the first chapter with a thank you, and I hope you have a wonderful morning/day/evening/night <3 love ya)