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Code #02

The soft chime of the bell signalled the new beginning of classes as the hallway slowly flooded with the student body, Genevieve right smack in the middle of all of it, sweaty arms rubbing up against her and the smell of body odor and over use of perfume flooded her nostrils.

"This sucks!"

She yelled in the midest of it all but now one acknowledged the insane girl. Pushing through the crowd she bulldozed her way forward beads of perspiration slick against her skin. She squinted through the crowd picking up the clicks and groups that lingered in the corners or stood out. 

"Goths."

Pointing out as she eyed a group of students who had heavy eye liner around their eyes, purple neon streaks hanging from their hair with multiple piercings that probably weighed a ton. She shivered as she made contact with one of them sending a strong cold static running down her skin.

Proceeding on she noticed a large group of over tanned girls, their skirts hitched to close to their thighs as their neon shaded eyes stayed glue to their glittery phones texting and passing off over exaggerated comments.

"Right, two groups down about twenty eight thousand more to go."

She felt a shove that sent her stumbling forward causing her to fall face flat to the ground. 

"What the hell!"

She shouted at the body that had slowly disappeared in the crowd, sighing she slammed her fist to the ground growling in frustration.

"How in the world am I suppose to find the person I am looking for if I don't even know who the person is?!"

.

"Mommy's back! Mommy's back!"

She flashed me her honey glow smile, the one she never gives just to anyone. Her arms are spread open for me as I run into them the smell of her fresh pressed suit and lavender perfume still lingering on her. She begins to stroke my head as she skilfully lifts me off the ground and into her arms.

"Fly my little butterfly, fly fly."

She teases me. I laugh.

Dad comes down the steps. He looks angry, he opens his mouth to yell something but, nothing comes out.

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"Class settle down! Settle down! We will begin lessons soon,"

The stern voice of Mr Thomas instantly shut the class up in a number of seconds, his beady black eyes as cold as his heart as he surveyed this years class meat. 

"Before we begin we have a new student who was not from last year's freshmen class, Mr Jefferson please."

Jaryl stumbled in front of the class and whispers and hushed voices passed around the class, was there something on his face? a pimple? Breakfast? Oh right the retarded glittering sweater David gave to him.

Words like "Dorky" and "cute" went through the girls while "Fresh meat" and "nerd" went through the guys. Jaryl stood there a few tense seconds allowing the class to make their impression.

"Well hi, I'm Jaryl Jefferson or JJ for short I just shifted from New Jersey to Boston and I'm in Amber High Canon Team."

Confused looks plastered to the students faces as questions popped from their mouths.

"Canon Team?"

Sighing under his breath he explained,

"You know your school 's basket ball team."

Forced laughter erupted through the class cracking the tension by the surface.Jaryl watched as girls began to flutter their lashes at him while a few buffed boys at the back shot him a warning look.

"Okay JJ" Mr Thomas snorted at this point. "Please take a seat right in the middle, saved the best seat for you."

Jaryl followed Mr Thomas direction and found himself right smack of the attention, a few girls could have cared less while some were attracted to his baby face.

"Okay class today we are going to learn about the scarlet letter, take out your text books and turn to page hundred and fifty four."

Groans echoed through the class but were stopped short by a death glare sent their way while some students had already begun their cat nap for the hour. Jaryl whipped out his textbook before flipping to the page. 

"Nice sweater."

Glowing blue eyes met his plain ones as he caught himself lost in them, head hidden under a black beanie with strands of dirty blonde hair emerging out. A small skull that was pierced on her right ear caught his attention noticing that her entire look was pretty bad ass. Clad in a black printed tee with a reference of "Guns and Roses" matching with baggy jeans and a pair of beat up converse with a grey hoodie strapped firmly around the waist.

"The name's Mat."

Jaryl hesitated for a second before realizing, oh Mat for Matilda. She stuck out her fist and smiled, her voice was pretty low for most girls but friendly otherwise.

"Jaryl which you probably already know."

Mat chuckled as Jaryl returned the gesture,

"Yar JJ, you can call me MK if you want."

Mat flashed out a hand sewn name tag on the sleeve of her hoodie.

"Mat Keane? As in like Keane the band?"

She smiled as she stretched out her legs hitting the chair in front of her,

"Yep, but ask me to sing and your ear drums won't live to hear the world."

Jaryl shared a small smile with Mat before she turned back to face the board, smiling at his little victory of making a friend, a female friend at that.

"Where the hell are you?!"

A voice yelled down the corridor as it ran past the classrooms continuing to yell like a mad person, Jaryl snapped his head to the side watching as the figure went by in a blur disappearing without a trace.

"Is something wrong Mr Jefferson you seem to be distracted by something outside."

Jaryl perked up in attention as he pointed outside, 

"D-did you see that?"

Mr Thomas sighed crossing his arms as he eyed Jaryl suspiciously,

"No Mr Jefferson I didn't hear it and neither did the class now please stay focused."

Mr Thomas turned his back leaving Jaryl to continue staring out.

Who or what was that?

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A/N:

Ello! ;)

Lets do the run through! :D

1) Short chapter (again) Sorry X(

2) Not edited

3) Comments and critics is appreciated :)

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