ALONE

Three It Seems

I listen to this song wayyy too much. It brings my confidence up tho

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WARNING: There is foul language in this chapter. Or in other words "cuss words". I have used some in the past, but this chapter will have a bit more. I don't plan to use them much, but the main character is in high school. Having the main character in high school, I believe it is best (in this situation) to have some cuss words in here. So please, if you don't like them, pass or beep them out. Hope you still like this chapter. Thank you for reading <3

Making the last turn to my class, I enter to an empty class. Checking the room, the teacher is nowhere to be seen. Even with no one in the room I keep my head down and rush to the back of the room, where I usually sit.

I set everything up, knowing if I make too much movement during class everyone will freak. Getting out my usual, I set up a journal and pencil. My black and white journal filled with all of my different sketches.

Hearing footsteps, I quickly shove my head down and open my journal and start to sketch something random.

The shuffling comes closer, making me stiffen, stopping mid-sketch.

"Is this seat taken?" The male voice from earlier ask.

Trying to act normal, I lightly shake my head, saying 'no' too nervous to actually say anything. Still not looking up, I hear more shuffling, indicating he sat down.

"Where is everyone else?" He questions, still moving around.

"Don't know." I mumble, engrossed in my art work.

I continue to repeatedly darken the eyes to the grey cat I seen earlier, the secret designs hidden within, all added.

"What's that?" He questions me again.

Before I can even answer, a slamming noise interrupts.

Snapping my head up, a tall lanky guy stands blocking the door.

"Now, what we got 'ere?" He asks. He's accent making it hard to understand.

His black hair hanging into his eyes. No wonder why he's asking what's happening. He can't even see. He's wearing ripped clothing, sagging in an awkward position. You can tell he's one of the kids who skips class only to smoke.

"Nothing really." The guy with grey eyes says nonchalantly.

"It ain't good to play with dumb bitches like these." He retorts, spitting on the ground without a care and then nodding his head toward me.

This sudden anger builds up inside of me, making me want to fight the guy myself.

"Stop." I order gruffly, my hair now covering my face.

Black dots cover my version, partially blinding me. A slamming noise is followed by a shout, but my head stays down, the black dots still blinding me.

Something touches my shoulder making me flinch. My head finally working, I look to see the guys grey eyes, watching me, comforting me.

"Hey. You okay?" He asks concern. His teeth biting on his soft pink lips, twisting them up.

"What happen?" I croak out, my tongue barely functioning. Suddenly realizing that my hands are clammy, I try and wipe them on my pants. The realization of how I look clicks and I begin to panic.

Looking up, I see the guy who called me a 'bitch' is now the floor, leaning against the wall. His head pointing down as if too heavy.

"Holy shit." I state, abruptly standing up, my voice muffled with my hand.