Leaf Storm

Who Am I?

You know when you look outside when the wind is blowing and the leaves are blowing around and making a tornado, well that's how my stomach felt that day. The day that my life changed.

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"Khaim!!!" A loud squeal came from behind. Two arms grabbed the youngers arm and drug him behind the large building the teachers called school.
The young blonde's eyes calmed after seeing it was his older sister. "What do you want Malli." She looked at him with a huge grin then slapped him upside the head.
"That's for leaving me at home and being rude to me in front of my friends." She glared at him.
"First of all you're a senior you can drive yourself and second of all who cares about that. Now I have class. Goodbye." He flipped his wrist in the air and left.
Teachers call this place school and of course students call it hell. Khaim calls it a place where his thoughts can escape. Unlike his sister, Khaim is kind and gentle to most. He's a clutz and very smart, although he never applies himself so he is considered stupid. His parents are in a large company. Everyone including his sister wants to work there, that is everyone except Khaim.
You see Khaim is an outcast, a black sheep so to speak. He didn't fit in at home, in public, nor at school. He denied everyone and everything. He was raised in a family of lawyers so naturally everyone thought he would take on the tradition and, of course, be a lawyer. Needless to say he didn't want that. Instead he put all of his time into art work and stories. He spent most of his time in his room. He was a shut in, or so his parents thought.
If any random person on the street saw his work or read it they would've been amazed, but his parents on the other hand wouldn't be. He never spoke to his father, his sister teased him, and his mother abused him. He had nowhere to hide but his thoughts.
He slid in his desk next to the window and absorbed the lecture about electrons. The student next to him kicked his foot to get his attention." What is Ari?" Khaim glanced over to a scrawny boy. Much shorter and more scrawny than he himself was.
"I was....wondering.....i-if I could borrow your pencil." He trembled nervously.
"Yea. I'm not writing anyways." A small gentle smile found its way upon Khaim's face. He handed his black pencil to Ari. He had known Ari since grade school. The boy had always been afraid of him and it was only because of an accident. A kid was picking on Khaim and Khaim got so tired of hearing the crap from the boy's mouth, so he punched him.

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(School lets out)

Despite his cool composure, most people were afraid of him. He just kept himself hid away in the library whenever he could go. He hated his life. Then to top it off, " Hey you gay clutz how 'bout we talk a little," there was this guy. A tall black haired jock walked over to Khaim. This douche was the guy he punched as a kid. Khaim's heart raced and he tried to find the nearest tree to hide in. He ran to the nearest one and started to climb. His foot was grabbed and he was yanked from his safety blanket.
"Could we not do this today, please?" He trembled and shook in the guys hand. The guy grabbed his throat and held him up to the tree.
"We're doing this today. I'm kinda stressed and my girlfriend is upset because her little brother, you, was being rude to her." Khaim tried to breathe but to no avail this failed. The guy raised his fist and got ready to hit him.
"Donovan put the kid down." A tall dark haired male walked up and snarled causing Donovan to drop Khaim. Khaim stayed curled up gasping for air having been just robbed of it.
"Kunal? What're you doing here? I thought you'd be out with the guys."
"Does it matter where I would be at?" Kunal got close to Donovan, "let me get this through your thick head, I don't want you touching this boy again, got it?" His lip curled up in a deep snarl echoing from his throat.
"Yes sir!!" With that Donovan scampered off in the direction of his home. Kunal held out his hand for the still gasping for air Khaim. He grabbed his hand and pulled him up. Khaim's silver eyes shined and softened. He'd never been helped before. Who was this guy? Is he new here or what?
"Sorry about that guy he's a brute." A slight giggle escaped the older's parted lips.
"T-thanks." Khaim's face became a dark crimson color. He took off down the street trying his best to at least remember where his house was. What is this feeling? It's a storm, a leaf storm. I would never feel like this. Who am I?