Inked {l.h} -EDITING-

Chapter Two

Luke wasn't normal as a child. He spent his days keeping away from the other kids, talking to himself and playing with leaves and flowers in the school yard at recess. His parents forced him to play baseball, but he was constantly yelled at by the coach as he would sit in the outfield and pick at the grass.
His brothers picked on him constantly. Just because he enjoyed singing doesn't make him like a girl. That's what his brothers would tell him. "Singing makes you look like a girl." They would say. Which put Luke off about everything he loved.
Luke loved lots of things; but people wasn't one of them. Luke enjoyed writing; not just music, but poetry and short stories as well. He used to write things all the time for his mum, but that was up until he was 8 when his brother father got ahold of them. He stopped writing completely until he met Rose over the "stupid penpal project" as his lame friends called it.
"I don't even know why we need to do this. It's all a bunch of bull shit anyway. I bet you these people aren't even real. It's just a way for the teachers to get us to tell them our secrets." Michael muttered. He was a grade above Luke. He was really into the whole conspiracies thing. How the government is out to get you and how teachers are only trying to pry information out of you for the government. To Luke and the rest of the gang, it made no sense.
"Oh come on, Michael, it could be fun. Lighten up. Maybe you'll meet someone you'll really like." Ashton giggled, his eyebrows going up and down. Ashton was a senior this year, which meant he had already done the project two years in a row.
"Fuck the system man," Michael muttered. "I don't do shit in this class and I'm passing with a B." He muttered, kicking his feet up on the table, rocking back so the chair was on two legs.
"If you fall and smack your head against my desk, I will personally be calling you a moron for all eternity." Calum mumbled under his breath. Calum and Luke were in the same grade.
Michael snorted. "Shut the fuck up, Ching chong." He snapped just as his chair gave out from underneath him. He smacked the back of his head against Calum's desk before hitting the ground.
"Moron." Calum muttered under his breath with a smirk.
Michael scurried to pick himself up off the ground as girls walked by. They hysterically laughed at him anyway; he wasn't quick enough. "Aw, did the colored haired freak fall on his ass?" Em smirked, flipping her blonde hair over her shoulder. The other girls she was with just giggled and walked off while Em stayed behind. "Why do you have to act so weird all the time? People wouldn't hate you if you acted normal." She laughed and turned her back on the boys.
"What a bitch." Luke finally said after Em walked away. Calum, Michael and Ashton all looked at him.
"Someone talkative today." Ashton said, followed by a giggle.
Luke simply shrugged and looked down at his hands. He wasn't very talkative and the boys understood that. They let him be himself and whenever he felt the need to speak, they welcomed it; but they also welcomed his silence. "You guys wanna ditch and go get some fucking ice cream or something?" Michael said, wincing as he rubbed the back of his head.
"Sure, moron. As long as you're paying." Calum laughed.
Mike didn't even have the energy to make a decent come back so he kept his mouth shut.
"Uh, guys.. I'll catch up with you later. I need to see if the letter came in from my penpal." Luke mumbled, a blush slightly on his cheeks.
"Why don't we just cut the rest of the day and you join us after English class?" Calum mumbled, raising an eyebrow as a window for discussion from the group. Everyone nodded and they parted ways.

Luke walked to class with his back pack slung over his shoulders and his hands stuffed in his pockets. When he walked in, Mr. Roman glanced at him from where he sat at his desk. "Luke, your letter came in." He mumbled, positioning his classes on his nose to go back to reading and grading essays.
"Oh." Luke mumbled, a smile cracking onto his face a bit. It was nice for Luke to speak to someone other than a therapist every Tuesday of every week since he was 10 and his small group of friends.
He walked over to the cubby like mail boxes the teacher had made for each student, making it much easier to pass back papers, and grabbed the envelope that was inside it. He carried it back to his desk in the back left corner of the small rectangular room. It was extremely hot and stuffy in there, making the paper he held almost feel wet.
The smile on Luke's face wouldn't go away as he read through the letter. He knew exactly what he was gonna write. Most of it lies. To make him sound not so bland.

Mar. 11, 2012.
Dear Rose Collins,
My family, for starters is... Well.. Fantastic. They take me places around Sydney that I wouldn't be able to get to on my own considering I'm young and can't drive.
Buuuut, today was eventful. In my first class, my friend Calum snorted milk out of his nose when he was eating breakfast and got it all over Ashton, which was a disaster. First period is Band. We were learning some new shitty song today that Dr. Leon thought was "fantastically amazing." I actually snorted aloud I class when he said that.
Calum looks quite Asian so we call him Ching chong quite a lot to make him angry.
What does the A in your signature stand for? Your middle name? What is it?
- Luke R. Hemmings
P.s. ^ I'M BEING LIKE YOU! :) it stands for Robert. Which is my middle name.

Shortly after he folded the paper and shoved it into an envelope carefully, the bell rang. He grabbed his books, threw the envelope down on Mr. Roman's desk and ran out of the class and towards the exit of the school so he could cut class for the rest of the day with the rest of the guys. He needed a break from life, and he guessed cutting class was his solution.

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A/N
I'm aware this probably sucked ass; but I legitimately started writing this at 4:45 am and I thought it was hilarious. So don't judge the quality. Lol.