Pastel Pills

An Adolescence of Being Called Popper

It was another plain old day, nothing new. The pastel goth sat a his desk before anyone else and was half way through another long chunk of writing, probably deep quotes, and no one in the room paid the slightest attention to the young man in the back. Everyone is walking towards their assigned seats, ready for the lesson coming although that shit faced teacher wasn't at her desk.

The front of the class was deserted, apart from the instructions on the shiny white board: "Class 12IBA, I will not be attending lessons today. Take a text book, open it up to page 87 and work on Excises 1M and 2M"

Dan's stomach dropped, all thoughts racing through his mind. No. His tanned face suddenly went purple. Codie turned around to face Dan, smirking. Dan knew what was coming, he gulped. He slowly pushed himself up, the room went stone cold silent as he began timidly walking to the front. He could hear the faint giggling in all directions, suddenly regretting walking near Codie.

Codie was playing one of his shitty pranks, he put his foot out when Dan was close. Too busy noticing the people darkly smirking at him, he didn't notice the foot and went flying. Smack. Dan hit the ground, his mothers anti depressants scattered across the floor from his pocket, his lily flower crown hit the ground along with him, his cheek was pounding and tears began to flow.

Everyone was hysterical at this point, laughing hard until they went bright red. Codie chuckling as he picked up a pill from the ground, "We should start calling you popper instead of queen" he laughed, I pulled myself from the ground, hearing the word "Popper" being shouted at my direction followed by more laughing.

Anxiety was rushing through Dan's veins, everyone laughing, screaming popper, making him feel like leaving it all. His mind being filled, the name, the cruelty. He ran to his seat, grabbed his faded blue back pack and ran out the door, running as fast as his legs could take him, tears gushing out the dull hazel eyes, wetting his red cheeks.

He could hear his mint shoes slapping against the floor whilst he was running down the almost bare hallway, not paying attention to anything, he just had to get away. He could still hear the laughing in his ears, as if it was on repeat, he could still hear the pills spilling open, he could still hear that word. Popper.

Everything seemed blank, like nothing. As if nothing ever existed, like if faded as he kept continuously running. All the thoughts rushing, sending adrenaline everywhere, his eyes pouring more tears down onto his damp cheeks, nothing would ever-"Fuck" Dan gasped out, falling to the ground for the second time.

He was shaking at this point, his big brown eyes that were filled with tears looked up to see an unfamiliar face staring right back at him. His breathe was lost, a gasp escaping his pink, sensitive lips. Shocked.

The stranger looking straight back at the pastel boy, he must be new to the school. The unfamiliar boy has electric blue hair that stood out, two metal snake bites, a silver bar pierced through his eyebrow, two slender pale arms covered with tattoos of bright animals and Pokemon characters and he was wearing all black. Dan didn't notice the hand littered with tattoos until he snapped out of his dreamy daze, to be fair, he was hot. Very hot.

The new boy had a slanted smile that made Dan have that warm fuzzy feeling inside although those sickening voices returned making him sick to the stomach.

With all the very little strength of the teenager and ran so fast his feet could of took off the ground, his breathe escaping him, he shot off out of the school gates and finally got his needed breathe back.

He turned around and stared at the hell hole whilst more tears where pricking in his eyes, his tanned arms covered by a lilac jumper wrapped around himself, hugging himself as he walked the farther long distance home.

Thoughts and thoughts creeped into his mind as usual, those words, the names, the pills, everything. Tears now flowing down, he looked up at the dull British sky and a warm glow returned in his body. The boy bumped into.

Dan wiped his tears and cleaned himself up a bit and smiled at himself, remembering his snake bites and bright blue hair that matched his glimmering eyes that stood out more than anything. He was beautiful and very hot, like very hot.

Dan reached his front door and walked inside, dumping his bag on the ground and racing towards his bedroom. A gentle sigh of relief escaped his lips as his lay on the bed, absolutely exhausted from the previous events, his head spinning.

His hand reached down to his pocket and pulled out his phone soon finding his best friends contact.
To Louise:
Can't walk you home sorry :/ I went out early, come mine later though?

His eyes where being to droop as he clicked send, his mind think about the boy as he was going into a peaceful slumber.

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This is hella late but I love the title so much