Ash flame And The Cloak Of Light

Bullies? I think not, more like attention seekers

I woke up drenched in a cold sweat. I could feel my heart thumping hard against my chest as I breath heavily. Another nightmare, I thought as I sat up in my bed rubbing my eyes, looking around the cold, dull looking room which was my home. I lived in a one room apartment in the upper side of Brooklyn. It was a nice little place. I looked over at where my mom would sleep, on the right side of me. I sighed as I saw a note explaining that she left for work. I love my mom. I mean I really do, but she fricken pisses me off often. Very often. Like once, she said we were okay with money and than, there she goes off to work three jobs. She says, and I quote (oh yeah I'm being the big guns in here) "oh honey, we are fine with money, go to school" and she just sends me off. Like seriously mom. Seriously. It's has just been us two for the full 15 years of my sucky life. I have severe ADHD and dyslexia, and apparently my teachers don't appreciate my attitude. What attitude? And that's why I have detention for a straight month. Le sigh. I'm not in the mood to head to the gym after school and hang out with a bunch of shits. Well there is Mark, my one and only true friend. He is a bit weird, like me of course, and has this weird naturally green goatee and green hair. I think he should be in college personally , but hey, who's asking me. Anyways back to the main subject here. Me 😊.

I sighed and ran a hand through my tangled blonde hair and quickly put it up in a pony tail yawning. I hate mornings. I'm just not a morning person. Looking around the room, I stood up sliding into my school uniform before grabbing my bag and heading outside to a beautifully sunshiny Day filled with happiness. I hate it. I closed my eyes walking, knowing each knock and cranny in the road to get to my school. This is actually the 5th time I have changed schools. Yay. I'm considered a troubled' child and receive 'special' treatment. It's sickens me. I mentally attempted to go over my notes from class for the quiz. I just can't do it. I opened my strikingly electric blue eyes and looked at the school. It was defiantly what you would call a snobby rich kid school. I, Ash Flame, am not a snobby rich kid and will never be. Looking at the building made me feel small, helpless. And let me reassure you. I am neither of those things. I'm death. Fear me. That's when I heard it "hey Ash, WHAT ARE THOSEEE" a girl with long, deep brown hair said. She clearly had too much make up on, but hey, who am I too tell her that. I'm just a simple commoner.
"They are shoes Jem. If you don't know that's, you should go back to kindergarden" I replied before heading in the building smiling at Mark who nodded. He was a Part Indian and part Japanese and a whole 100 percent gay geek whom I loved dearly as my amazingly amazing best friend
"Looks like you won today as well, 30-12. Ash your on a roll, maybe you'll rule the school one day" he said as he walked using his crutches "and than I won't have to be known as the awkwardly social Geek, maybe get the ladies, you know"
"First off, you are one. Second off, your gay and have a boyfriend you refuse to introduce me to you son of a bitch. I have to make sure he is good enough for you" I said as I went to my locker "see Ya in detention"
"If I make it through the day, If I die, tell the world I had a great life"
"Will do"
And that's what happened before I had detention, and man it was a weird one.