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Jade:"Hi; my name is Jade Blue", "Hello there?" I sigh. I've been sat here practising how to meet people at this school for the past 5 minutes and everything so far sounds pathetic!
I don't understand how mum and dad thought making us move cities, to a new school half a month into the school year is going to help me? Especially one where I will only study for a year or so where everyone will know one another.
Everyone but me that is.
I mean, I understand that this school is much more respected and all that compared to my previous. You can just tell by the manicured fields, the litter- free, concrete paths, the large, recently refurbished buildings and the graffiti free, oak benches.
Oak?! I know right?! But all that aside I'm awkward enou-
"Stop!"
Okay cutting me off mid rant to myself is just rude. I wander around with my backpack in search for the mysterious and very rude voice.
This time I hear it again.
"What the hell man!" It's much louder and just as I round the corner of one of the buildings I see it.
Horror washes over me as my mind registers the scene before my eyes.
"I di-" the guy is cut off as another kicks him in the gut. The guy speaking coughs ; he has a bruise forming under his somewhat swollen left eye, his lips and nose bleed and he has a lump forming on his forehead.
Without a second thought i find myself rushing towards the two.
Stop trying to play hero idiot... You dont even know anyone here or what's really going on.
The little me in my head advises. Me being me I ignore it.
Just as I reach the two guys I trip, falling face first onto the path. Pain shoots up my ankle; I scream out and start to cry unable to tolerate the pain.
You see I have a very low tolerance to pain. I suppose the only positive in this situation right now is that both guys freeze.
Despite the fact he was being attacked seconds ago the guy on the floor turns to me.
"Are you okay?" He coughs out.
Of course I'm not okay, so I snap at him;"Are you kidding me ? Of course I'm not okay and it's your stupid fault for being unable to fricken defend yourself! You dumb shit!"
Both guys seem taken aback by my outburst but I can't help but be angry at him.
"Go! Run away. Or are you planning on adding a few broken bones too?"
My tears start to blur my vision yet I manage to see the guy scramble away.
I wipe my tears away to look at the other guy. He has an amused smirk lighting his face and just as I'm about ready to wipe it off the little me in my head speaks up

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