when a lonely highschooler named john finds out hes related to mother cain, things are finally looking up for him. but then his abusive dad gets in the way.....
Thomas and Alfie were making fun of me. Nothing new.
I decided to take a break and focus on of my lifetime goals, to become a boxer. After all, I did break up with Ami for this.... heh....
I stand in the ashy grey courtyard with the empty, stormy silver sky dispersing water onto the masses below. Prickly droplets landed on my forehead and tenderly caressed my every feature as it collected at the bottom of my chiseled jawline causing me to wipe them away, like my tears from last night. My lengthy eyelashes shielded my marble textured, icy azul orbs, my bark colored, wispy brown hair immediately becoming damp in this weather.
I felt the anger course through my tendons and pump through my every muscle. i couldn't stop myself, I couldn't help myself! I throw a swing, a left hook. Two girls, arms linked walked past me, I recognise one of them as Alfie's girlfriend - I had trusted her, she betrayed me - they giggle satanically. I push through.
Annoyingly, my cape gets stuck as I throw a right hook and then a jab. My outfit today was immense, some would say majestical.
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(Johns outfit)
Damn I muttered under my breath, Spanish next. I knew the teacher had something against me, maybe it was because I couldn't speak Spanish fluently. Not my fault of course, its not my fault I was born white and had a neglectful father.
I walk into the classroom and immediately get greeted with a sphere of paper landing at my feet. I pick it up and unravel the scroll. Inside.... a drawing of me. All sharp angles, full of spikes, I hear Thomas' grating laugh in the background, of course this was his handiwork. I feel the familiar heat of tears streaming down my face.
