Silence [ON HOLD]

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I sat at my desk in the back of the room with my sketchbook and a HB pencil in front of me. Once the first bell rang, ruining my plans of killing Miles, with words, and the occasional appearance of my fist, I was able to get my sketchbook from his locker.

With the help of the pocket knife on my keys and a few bobby pins.

...I may, or may not, have left a dent from my fist and a broken lock. Hehe.

So, after breaking into Miles' locker, I ran to class before the late bell rang. When I entered the class room, I totally forgot what my first period class on Friday was.

Art.

Don't get me wrong, I LOVE the class and the teacher, Ms. Rhodes. But, I forgot I had to physically open my sketchbook. So, everyone stared at me expectantly, to see the rest of my sketches. 

However, Ms. Rhodes to save the day!

"Morning class. Today, the lesson we are learning is to not stare at Riley like she will actually give up her drawings." This is why I love this woman.

"But, she showed us three of her drawings already! We want to see the rest. Is that a crime, Ms. Rhodes?" One of the other kids, Kelly the idiot, I think, said.

More like whined.

I quickly wrote something on a piece of paper and aimed it at Kelly. In the back of her head.

That wasn't me. But after all the years I've been here, drawing, why do you think I'll show you my drawings, now?

"Ow!" She yelled, then she picked the paper up. "Because we were always interested but you were so mean, that you never showed it. This is art. You have the best drawings compared to us."

I got up and slammed my hands on my book, throwing a piece of paper to Ms. Rhodes.

"She wrote, 'Never have you been interested. Only in telling me my drawings are crappy, and I caused it.' Caused what, Riley?" Ms. Rhodes is normally locked in the art room, so she's never seen the accusation of death I have gotten.

I glared at all of them, still standing over my book protectively, really telling them, 'Oh, they know what I'm talking about.' Once I passed each person, they shrank in their seat, not saying a thing. I sat back down when I finished glaring, and smile at the confused teacher. Like nothing happened.

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Finally, lunch came and I was super happy. Miles was the complete opposite. When we were walking through the halls, he always found a way to sneak away. But, when we were passing the gym after second period, I asked one of the *It's American Football* football players for the football.

"Why must I give it to you?" He asked, harshly.  I looked at him like he was messing with the wrong person.

Which he was.

When he saw my face, he stuffed the ball in my hands, grumbling as he walked away.

I aimed the ball, and once I saw the back of Miles' head, I threw it. The ball hit the poor guy right in his head.

He never saw it coming.

You know what? That fucktard sees NOTHING coming.

The players gave a few whistles of approval and I walked away happily.

I walked outside to the big tree, surprised to see Miles sitting there.

That made my life so much more easier. 

"Hi, Riley. I wanted to say that you are my very best friend. I would never do anything to hurt you, and that I only wanted to show my loyalty to you to the asshole."