Redbone [BXB]

3.Bruised

This chapter is going to be written in first person btw!!

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School's fine, just that, I'm not sure what I was expecting on my first day, maybe some new friends, or this ever aching feeling of emptiness taking a space in my being to finally be put to peace in some way. My day went on with boredom and anxiety. Wherever I went I was always being examined in a way. Hell, in one of my classes everyone literally moved away from my desk so I had to sit alone and pretend that I didn't notice the way I've been so blatantly left out.

I walk to my last period, staring at the tiled floor and thinking about what I was gonna do when I got home. I turned the corner and hit something or someone . As we both hit the floor my backpack falls and disposes its contents.
I look up to see who I bumped into and make eye contact with a pair of dark blue eyes, he swiftly glanced away, his mane of honey blonde hair shifted with him spraying the floor with water. His face was wet and painted with bruises poorly hidden by brown and white bandages. One that particularly stood out to me was the cut right above his left eye, still fresh and bleeding. The kid quickly stood up with his head still bowed down, and walked away without bothering to make any sort of comment.

Confused and half dazed I gather my stuff off the floor, and slowly continue my journey to my art class which was just at the corner.

I contemplated just skipping, it was the last period of the day anyways and I doubt anyone would notice.

The door was slightly ajar, I could hear the teacher speaking and the how eerily silent the class was. As I walk in only a few people turn to stare at me which was different. Everyone was indulged in their work, too busy to acknowledge my presence which I appreciated.

"Name?" the teacher asks
"Morian" I respond.
"Well nice to meet you Morian my name is Mrs. Jamenson" she says as she marks a check on a sheet which seems to be for attendance.I go to take a seat somewhere in the far right corner of the classroom and the teacher follows me to my desk. "Do you have a sketch book?" She asks.
I nod my head, I didn't go anywhere without it. She smiles in approval  "Good, we are currently working on a simple beginner sketch anything would do, I'm not taking it for a grade." She gives me a tight lipped smile and walks back to her desk.

I rip out a piece of gridded paper from my sketch book and stared at the empty canvas . I tap my pencil in thought and an idea came to me.

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By the time the bell had rung I was already done, I had chosen to draw the memory of a beach I went to years ago to the best of my ability.

As I packed my things Mrs. Jamenson taps my desk. "Can I see your finished sketch?" She requested.
"Sure" I replied and turned to give her my paper. She examined it and nodded in approval. "Wonderful, it will be a pleasure to have you in this class Mr.Gior "
I crease my forehead in confusion.

Mrs.Jamenson inspected my face "I'm sorry is that not correct..?" She says.
I shake my head to reassure her "no no it is, it's just...I...nothing" my voice shakes as I start to get anxious, I was going to have to get used to having just Gior as my last name.

"I have to leave my driver should be here by now " I say and dash out of my class room to avoid anymore awkwardness.
I make my way to the back of the school where I used to get picked up, it was a weird location since it was slightly secluded from the parking lot and was an uncommon pick up area but my mother arranged for it so asking questions was not an option.

I spot my driver and get in the car. As we begin to drive away I see the same boy who bumped into in me earlier walking out  and getting pushed to the ground. The car drove away before I saw anymore.
"How was school today?" My driver asks I whip my head forward and relax a little.
"Uneventful" I groan
"Well at least you'll only have to deal with it for two more years."
"Great" I say as I roll my eyes, Owen and Kanan were the only people I could be comfortable with in this cursed family, although Owen wasn't family I considered him as such. He'd been driving me around since I was a kindergartener and attended to me more than my own parents.

With him around life could be a little easier.

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A: hiii sorry I've been gone for a while sorry I lost intrest in writing this for a bit but I've gained it back! The story is probably going to be written in first person from now own seeing how awkward I am with writing 3rd.

Q: who is that mysterious boy 👀