Deadly Love▷c.g [on hold]

01- Flashback

*flashback*

I walk into the school building. My black and red backpack whacking against my back. I feel the books in it slap against my bum as I walk. I drag my feet along the floor, staring down at them. Watching the specks in the tiles glide past me as I walk.

I take my hands and strighten out my purple blaid skirt. My mom makes me wear 'nice' clothes. I think I have some pretty good clothes, that are my jeans and t-shirts with sneakers. But she thinks it's not good enough for school. Everything always has to be perfect for my mother. Everything.

Anyway, she made me wear a dress that had a white professional shirt with a black sweater-vest on top attached to it, along with a purple plaid skirt. I had grayish, blackish tights on, with black flats with straps on for shoes. My hair was pulled back into a briad, with a silver bow attached to the bottom of it.

I hate dressing like this. All fancy and propper. Ew, bleh, ugh, gag. I'm not this pretty propper girl. Really, I'm not. My family is just... my family cares what others think of us. Mainly my mom. She is always wanting me and my brother to look nice, and presentable. My brother, Tyler, he's a football player. He's one of the star quarterbacks on his team. He's in 8th grade. He's 14 years old. He's in middle school. Tyler has brownish, blondish hair. He has hazel eyes. My mom is 33. She has longish, light brown hair. She has blue, green eyes. My mom is a stay-at-home mom. My dad is 35. He has darker brown hair. He has blue eyes. My dad works for some company that does something. I don't know what. No one really ever talks about it. Meanwhile,me. I'm Skailer Kimble. I'm 10 years old. I have dirty blonde hair and bright ocean blue eyes. I'm kinda wild you could say. My parents call me 'Monkey' because I'm always outside in the woods or something; climbing trees, gazing at the stars. I could stay in the trees for hours. Just simply thinking, wondering, pondering. Anything really. I love the outdoors. It's my home. Other than my actual house. Anyway...

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I get to my classroom and turn into the room, walking inside and over to the cubbies. I dump my back pack into my cubby. I un-zip my pack and grab my notebook and pencil case.

I'm in my writing class. Which is my first class of the day. I'm in 4th grade; elementary school.

I walk over to my table which I share with three other people. A girl named Emily, who I sit next to at the table. Emily sits across from a boy named, Ron. And I sit across from a boy named... I think his name is, Carl. He's really quiet. He doesn't have very many friends, but nor do I.

I plop down in my seat and place my notebook down on the table in front of me. Emily comes up to the table next. She sits in her seat and pulls out her pink notebook with sparkles on it. She then pulls out her pink matching pencil. She turns to me and smiles brightly.

"Hi!" She says.

"Hi..." I say blankly.

Just then, that Carl kid walks up to the table and sits in his chair across from me. Emily and I ignore him at the table and just wait for our teacher Ms. Murffy to come into the classroom.

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10 minutes later

Ms. Murffy walks into the classroom holding a clipboard and pen in her hands. She's wearing a pencil skirt with a ruby colored button-up blouse.
Her heels click along the tile floor as she walks over to her desk. She picks up a different clipboard on her desk and grabs a pencil. She begins to call out our first and last names, taking attendance.

She calls out Ron's name, but he doesn't answer. I look over to where he sits at the table, and sure enough, his seat is empty.

Ms. Murffy huffs as we all hear small running footsteps coming down the hall and stopping at the door. Ron stands there with his head down.

"Ron, you're late, yet again. What's your excuse this time, young man?" Ms. Murffy sighs.

Ron stutters, "I, uh... I missed the bus."

"Ron, look at me when you speak." Ms. Murffy states, walking over to Ron with her clipboard in hand.

"N-no, I, uh, I'm fine. I'll just take my seat now!" Ron says clearly panicking. Before Ron has time to get to his cubby, Ms. Murffy grabs Ron by his chin, and pulls his head up.

"Oh my goodness! Ron, what on earth happened to you?!" She says with worry in her voice.

"N-nothing, Ms. Murffy, I simply, ya know...was wrestling with my....dad, and I uh, ran into the door, and hit the knob." He says sheepishly.

"Ron, are you sure that's what happened?" Ms. Murffy asks not believing what Ron says.

"Y-yes." He hesitated.

I looked closer at the two,and when Ms. Murffy moved out of the way, she revealed Ron's black eye. My mouth parted in shock,but I didn't say a word.

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5 minutes later

We were assigned to write in our notebooks; just like every other normal day.

I had just opened up my notebook when I heard someone whisper my name. I looked up and saw Carl staring at me with his suprising ocean blue eyes. I'd never really seen his eyes before because he's always looking down to the ground.

"Skai?"

"Uhm, yes Carl?" I asked confused.

"I-uh,I forgot my pencil. Could I, uh, maybe borrow one of yours? I mean, if you don't have one to lend, that's fine too, I just-" I cut him off by putting my hand up. I grabbed my pencil case and pulled out a new pencil and handed it to Carl.

"Here. Keep it." I said handing it to him.

"Oh, uh, thank you." Carl smiled, blushing.

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*End of flashback*

I rub my eyes as I sit up. I scan my surroundings and remember I'm in a tent. I'm alone, and it's now the Zombie Apocalypse. I've been alone for years. I was once with a camp, along with my mother and brother. My father got bit when we were going to the camp. But one day, at that camp, we were over run. And I ran away. And just kept running. I was found by one of the group leaders, but there were biters following me, so he told me to hide while he went back for help. I got scared after he left and ran away, again. I wasn't found again after that. And I've been on my own sense then.

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I pack up the rest of my belongings and start to head out. Back into the forest, trudging off. Not looking back once.