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Sky Chapter 2

After School

I groan as I get off the bus, already seeing that Dawn was waiting for me.

Curse her bus driver with his lead foot, and curse my bus driver for being an old woman.

"Hey Sky!" Dawn smiles cheerfully, bouncing over to me like a 5 year old girl who just adopted a puppy. I glare at her with dead eyes from behind my sunglasses, having no will to deal with the annoying person.

"Fuck off Dawn." I say without missing a beat, turning on my heel to walk away tiredly. I had no time to deal with her gossip today.

Dawn was my neighbor who fancied herself a rocker chick; half her hair dyed purple while the other was dyed pink. Her clothing matched, and her eyes were two different colors; blue and green.

I hated her.

She played stupid screamer music in the middle of the night, constantly walks into my apartment without permission, and gets away with it because her dad is bribing the owner. She waltzes around like she owns the place, and if it wasn't for the owner's stone-cold stubbornness, she probably would.

Stupid rich, privileged, selfish brat.

"Now, that's not the way to be!" Dawn calls from behind me, used to the way I talked to her. I sigh, trying to walk faster so I could delay the inevitably boring conversation that will make my afternoon drag on for another hour or two.

I grumble to myself as Dawn bounds in front of me, forcing me to stop.

"Dawn, c'mon; I have shit to do today." I attempt stepping around her, her movements matching mine step to step; effectively blocking me from nicely going past her.

I never said I was past using force though.

"Dawn, move." I growl out, shoving myself past her. She sighs, giving up on stopping me. She walks next to me, and I'm forced to listen to her as she rambled on and on about classes and teachers and drama and all 'dat shit.

I escaped her when I reached my apartment, insisting that I had tons of homework that had to be done; locking the apartment door behind me so she couldn't follow me inside and raid my fridge.

I didn't need her asking why my milk carton had blood on it.

I sigh as I pull out my homework, finishing it as quickly as I could so I could get on to other things.

After finishing up my math, I walk over to my closet and open a small panel in the back; pulling out a dark grey hoodie and black jeans. I swap out my red converses for steel-toed combat boots, pulling my hair out of its low pony tail so the thick, auburn curls covered up more of my face.

I put up the hood, making sure that I had my extra-large pair of sunglasses on my face, a loaded pistol in my pocket, and my knife in my other pocket. I smirk, slipping the golden open-any key into my jean's pocket.

I climb out of my window, jumping from the third floor and landing on the oak tree that was outside my window. I slide down it, making sure nobody could see me as I walked to the park.

It was growing dark, the street lamps turning on to illuminate the sidewalk. The white light illuminated several heaps of bodies, and I find myself walking over to them.

What I saw was a group of guys, probably my age, all beat to shit. They were trying to pull themselves up from the ground, obviously had just gotten out of some horrible fist fight.

"You guys okay?" I ask, and they all look up at me.

"Did you see that guy?! He had those 3 guys come over and mug us!" one of them point down the street, and I turn to look.