The bell rings, it's so loud. Back at school, everyone stays away from me. Even my old friends barely say a few words to me before walking away. Maybe it's because I'm an attempted murderer, who knows. Not like it matters, they were shitty anyways. That's what I'll tell myself.
Even though I missed a year, it doesn't matter. I skipped fifth, sixth and seventh anyways. Being sixteen as a senior is pretty weird, sometimes. It has its pros and its cons,
"Oh my goodness! Is that you, Blaine?"
Oh, no .. not him. Anyone but him. His arm wraps around my neck, lazily,
"Yep, it's me. Long time, Harley."
I manage to hold back my scowl. Harley is a popular, like, mega popular. Could probably attempt to murder someone and no one would even bat an eye. What a brat,
"So, how was the big place? Meet any hot chicks in there?"
"No, I'm not a rude asshole like you."
"Aww.. you don't really feel that way about me do you? After everything I've done for you."
Immediately, I pull away. I want to hit him, but I don't need more on my record, I guess,
"Fuck off, Harley."
I grab my bag as he snickers. I don't bother listening to him, letting his voice go from one ear right out the other and shut my locker. Walking away, his voice gets smaller and smaller, thank god he's not following me.
Well, finished the first day of school. How lovely is that. Now to the stupid therapist. Maybe it'll be good. Maybe.
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The Reapers Cleanup Crew
FantasyThis is a test. I'm not positive about the title or most of anything. I'm looking for feedback and making this story a reality. This is just a draft of what I have and I'll continue to add onto it !! This story is about a faerie by the name of Blain...
