its a FUCKING NIGHTMARE! || Blake Chorii I

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"Hey, are you alright? You're late to lunch" I get awaken from the voice of the nurse. "...oh! I fell asleep.." I say and I give her the now warm ice pack. She nods and I leave. As I walk, I start to wonder what my classmates would say when they see me like this. They'd probably ask what happened, or just ignore me. I get in line for lunch, and wait. I wish I wasn't clumsy, and maybe I would stop getting injured. I get my lunch, and I go to my table. As I walk, I pass Vita's and Lynette's table. They don't even get injured like me, they're like idols and models. I know Vita has to be my idol, she's just pretty. I sit down in the middle, where no one sits by me since not a lot of people sit by the table. They all are one seat away from me, eating their lunch. I don't eat my lunch though, I don't like the school lunch. I can't bring my food since I don't have a lunch bag and I don't even know what to bring. I'm picky, so I guess I'm hard to deal with when it comes to food. Usually I just wait until the bell goes off. And as usual, people ignore me. I wish I had some friends as well. I mean, I know Vita labelled me as her friend,  but am I really her and Lynette's friend? I feel like Vita just says that to be nice. I mean, I guess calling me a stranger is weird, since she knows me. I think about last year. Last year was the best year, where everything was normal. He'd always be there for me. But he's in a different class now, and he cannot be seen. But he's never unseen from my mind, because he matters a lot to me. 
Lunch ends, and I dump my trays. So does my class. So does everyone. I walk to my class, and as I'm walking one of my classmates asks "What happened to your head?" I look beside me, and i see Blossom. "I just tripped and fell on some upward pencils." I say quietly. I don't like talking loudly, it brings an uneasy feeling to me, like a speech that no one asked for. "Oh, I'm sorry about that." She says sympathetically and then leaves. I sigh, at least someone checked up on me. Constance walks by, and she seemingly notices my bandages. "Demented whale." She snickers. I wish I could beat the damn hell out of her. Leave her bruised, bleeding. That way maybe she can learn her lesson. I look at the floor, mad. Thinking about beating people makes me feel better, but then I get disgusted by it. "..." I walk upstairs to my class. 
Okay, fine. I have no words whatsoever. My name is Blake Chorii, this is my note. Here we are again. It's the same thing everyday. I go to school, learn, get grades, talk to people, get bullied, have 'lunch', and even have slight panic attacks and mental breakdowns, have anger issues, and I might not control them very often. Sure, maybe I am demented, crazy even. But what part of me is a whale? I'm not even fat. I have a little bit of chubbiness there and here, but I'm mostly thin, not like an hourglass body but just normally thin. I honestly like my name, It fits me perfectly. I can't wait for the end of the school year when it's summer. I mean, I hate bugs and all but damn. I need a break. But I don't have any kit-kats on me currently, so I can't do much. I pull out my 9th grade Wikipedia, also known as 9th grade year book. I look at the memories. Robotics class, music, band, etc. I never signed up for any of this. I always had a chance to compete, but I never signed up. I put my 9th grade yearbook back in my backpack. My backpack was light purple and white, my favorite colors. It didn't have any decorations as it just had a butterfly decoration. But I got it 2 years ago and it's been on my back since then. I used to always carry my backpack when I was little because of an incident. I can't remember what the incident was, but it doesn't matter because I carry the straps around my shoulders now. 
It was a study hall, but I don't have any missing work so I go out to the halls to play and interact with people.  I see Vita and Lynette so I go towards them. "Hi Vita." I say as I crouch down, feeling more comfortable with myself. "Hi Blake! Me and Lynette were just talking about having a sleepover. Do you want to come?" She asks. I felt my nerves acting up. "Uh. My mom doesn't allow me to go to sleepovers." I mumble. Lynette giggles and Vita smiles a little. "It's okay. I understand, but if you are able to, you can have this." Vita gives me an invitation card with her address. I'm flustered, my hands shaking slightly. "I...thank you" I say. Vita nods. I felt special because I barely know Vita and she is already inviting me to her sleepover. It feels like a trap that I need to accept. I need to convince my mom to let me go to the sleepover, and if she does let me I'll use my GPS to find her house and then me, Lynette, and Vita can have fun all night long. I've never felt so validated before. Lynette puts her hand on my shoulder. "We hope you can come, I'll bring cookies." She says reassuringly. Gosh, I love their personalities. They are true models that stand up as my idols. My breath gets caught in my throat, these might be real friends. "I'm glad to have you guys as my friends." I finally say, the words seem so unfamiliar. "We're glad to have you as our friend too!" Vita smiles, so does Lynette. We start chatting about random things and fortunately, I think we are officially friends. 
School ends, and I go home. When I get home, I go to my mom. "Hi Mom!" I say. "How was school?" "Good" "Did you eat?" "No" "Goddammit" Silence fills the air before I speak once again. "Can I go to a sleepover?" I ask. "With who?" She asks. "My new friends Vita and Lynette. They gave me this invitation." I smile and give her the card. She looks at it closely. "Are you sure you want to?" My mom asks. "Yeah, I do! They're my new friends and I wanna spend time!" I jump in excitement, this could be my chance! "Hm. Fine, but be safe" My mom responds after a while. "Yay! Thank you so much!" I squeal and I race out to my car and drive to Vita's house. When I arrive, I knock on the door. A tall man opens it. "Who is this, are you here for my daughters sleepover?" He asks sternly. He has dark orange hair with a facial beard, but not that visible. "Yeah, I'm Blake Chorii." I say. He gives me an approving look and lets me in. "My name is Crimson Loir." He introduces himself. I wonder where Vita's mom is. "Nice to meet you" I say and give him a handshake. He nods and I go upstairs. "Vita?" I peek inside a room. I see Vita play with her stuffed animals. A yellow, pink, and blue dog. It has a collar that was obviously made by Vita, and it says 'Empathy'. I sit beside Vita. She jumps, a little frightened. "Oh! Jeez..I didn't expect you to be here." She says and laughs nervously. "Who is this?" I ask. She blushes and she stutters. "It's Empathy.. I know having stuffed animals seem childish but-" I put both my hands on each of her shoulders. "It's okay, Vita." I say. "R-really? Every time people find out I have stuffed animals they call and treat me as a kid." She breathes heavily. "I have 42 stuffed animals." I slowly put my hands off her. "I have 60." She says, and then giggles. "I'm glad I'm not alone. Lyn only has 9" I can see that in her eyes are a sorta blue color. No, it's more like hazel. The colors mix in, and it reminds me of an Amber color, but I think it's more hazel than amber. "I met your dad." I tell her, and she looks at me. "He told me his name was Crimson Loir, so I think that makes you Vita Loir." I continue. She continues staring at me. Did I do something wrong? "Y-yes. That makes me Vita Loir." She says finally. Phew, I'm glad I'm not stupidly pathetic for once. I look around the room, I see a few kuromi plushies, and more stuffed animals. I look at her opened closet and I see cute beautiful outfits. I stare in amazement. I imagine Vita wearing every one of them, she fits all of them so well. I'm just wearing a black hoodie, and dark blue ripped jeans. I feel like I'm at home. This is where I belong. In this room. With Vita and about to be Lynette too.