foreign // lrh (discontinued)

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this is dedicated to ofmichaelandmen bc #1 omam #2 i just found spiderman and idk i think its a pretty cool & unique plot and stuff i applaud ur imagination bye

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"Main Course"

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LUKE;

Luke scampers through the halls to Art class. The amorphous deluge of students overwhelms him, as he encounters hard shoulders and slouchy feet, tripping. The looks of insouciance meant nothing but deceit. The crepuscular hallway saddened the faces, making hollow shadows appear. The halcyon in the air choked him, as he could no longer with stand such feelings. Lassitude was visible in some people's expressions, while others remain expressionless, their faces blank. As Luke falls, nebulous sounds of groans and apologies create a pool of words never heard in his mind, and the quiescent era in his thinking vanishes. Susurration drowned the halls, hearing nothing but friends whispering to each other as they stare and point at an innocent person.

Tranquility, Luke assumes, pursing his lips, was not of essence in this school. Coarse words served along side a grimace or a crude comment was the main course, and the decrepit, restless laughter always filled the air. From the obstreperous jocks to the shrill sounding cheerleaders, it was not an atmosphere to be used to.

They all told stories in a way, how they became that person is a mystery. They're all destined for something they create for themselves, each decision they make impacting their life on a daily basis. Decisions are something Luke has always liked to shun, be was a maladroit person when it came to decisions. One way or another, Luke knew he would end up down the wrong path, creating wrong equations.

Luke reachs the door for Art, barely making it in on time. He remembers forgetting to tell Calum or Ivy which class he had next, none of them seem to mind as they were too busy dealing with their own people.

To Luke's surprise, it's pleasantly quiet. He ambles into the classroom, finding an empty seat.

As Luke slumps in his chair, his eyes scan the classroom. In front of Luke sits a boy. His hair is an orange colour, like a carrot. All he sees is the back of his shabby, short hair. It seemed course, flying in different directions. He wore a brown, light-weight cotton baseball tee, and Luke could see a delicate chain hanging from his neck.

His eyes continue to wander, and across the room, Luke sees the same boy from Biology. His curly hair standing out in the crowd and his green velvet button up paired with his black jeans. He was sitting in the back of the class, Luke, more near the front.

The red-headed boy turned around. Looking at Luke. Luke noticed he had different colored eyes. One green, and another brown. He looks at Luke's face for a second, before smiling. Luke smiles back.

"I am Alexander. Nice to meet you." He states, putting out his hand. His French accent speaking to Luke.

Luke sticks his arm out to shake his. He gives me a firm handshake. "I'm Luke." He nods.

"I'm a Foreign Exchange Student from France." Which explains the French accent. "I came here from France this year. I traded with someone I believe is named Frank. You know him?" He asks.

Luke shakes my head. "I'm actually new here too, this is my first year at this school." Luke explains, almost for the 50th time today.

Luke and Alexanders small conversation is interrupted by the boy in the back corner. "You know if the teacher doesn't show up for the first 15 minutes we're all allowed to leave, right?" He generally speaks.

Someone else yells back. " That's only in college, dumbass." Luke's biology partner rolls his eyes, and continues to chat with his class mates.

"So, Alexander-" Luke is yet again interrupted.

"You can call me Alex." He says.

Luke nods yet again. Luke looks at his eyes, they were celestial, a pair of the most gorgeous eyes Luke has ever seen. "I know this may seem a bit, weird... but your eyes, I must say- are surely quite something." Luke comments.

His expression, nebulous for a moment changes into a plethora of happiness. "Thank you, very much. I was actually born with a condition called Heterochromia iridum, which is pretty tricky to say, and is a bunch of words to describe a simple thing, which is different colors in the eyes." He motions at his eyes with his finger. It creates an imaginary line as he swaps his finger from eye to eye.

Luke's mind jumbles, and he feels his thoughts colliding with one another. Luke's thoughts are unclear, and as his mind turns into a series of nothing but errors and mistakes, the art teacher, Mr Danny, saunters his way into the room.

He carries a mug of liquid in his hand, his walk retains a bounce, lively and filled with joy. He sets down his mug, a little amount of liquid, which seems to be coffee; spills over the rim of the green porcelain. His upper body adores a light brown leather jacket, and beneath lays a red and green plaid button up. He wears blue jeans and a pair of black lace-up boots, and tops it off with round gold glasses.

He stands at the front of the class for around 5 minutes, and as him and Luke simultaneously await in silence, everyone else decides to pay the least bit of regard to the teacher. He finally speaks, after his eyes rummage through the myriad number of faces. "As you all already know, I'm Mr Danny. Looking at me from your perspective, I would see you why it took you fellas so long to finally notice my presence in the room. You'd look me up and down and in the back of your mind, you'd wonder, 'what the hell would a hippie that probably smokes pot in the middle of the woods and admire pictures of Pete Wentz in eyeliner teach me about the subject of Art?' Well, my friends, not that I do any of those things, and to clear things up, I was an Art major all throughout University. I could say I know a thing or two about a thing or two in art."

After he rambled about inspirations of an artist and what makes art so beautiful and mystifying, the students finally started sketching simple things of their choice.

Class was finished, and they all handed in their mediocre art in the middle of an amorphous mess of obstreperous teenagers. Luke tried to hasten his footsteps between the group of people, but someone places their hand infront of his upper body. Luke turns around.

"Ashton, hello." Luke greets. Ashton smiles, and as he starts to speak, the couple are joined by Alexander.

"Uh, Ashton, this is Alexander, he's a Foreign Exchange Student." Luke explains to him. Alex puts his hand up, smiling.

Alexander had AP Calculus next, whereas Luke and Ashton had French. Luke walks down the hallway with Ashton, and as Luke is about to enter the class room, he spots a hint of purple hair exiting from the French room. Luke drops his books and shuffles after her, but it's too late.

Ashton gives Luke a look, which Luke waves off and proceeds to recollect his books from the floor.

Luke enters French class, where another dreary hour, drowning in thoughts awaits him.

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WELL THAT WAS BORING

SORRY I NEED TO INTRODUCE THE CHARACTERS AND BUILD RELATIONSHIPS BEFORE THE ACTION ZORRY

this so ugli

my anaconda dont want none unless you add this to your libraries comment and vote idk BYE

why did i say that im gunna shut the fuck up now bye