Colors of Solitude

Chapter 2

Lexi's POV

24 hours have passed since the fire in my school. The school district decided to move all the students of Blue Clover Secondary School to Gray Slate Secondary School. It is surprising how fast they transferred us, you would think it would take them more time considering how long it took them to have mixed race schools. But this school is a lot bigger than Blue Clover, the food is much better, too.

As I walk in my temporary classroom, Luna Strauss, my bestestfriend shouts my name from across the room. My other friend, Winter, is sitting in the opposite corner. I wave to her and motion her to join us, but she just gives me a smile and looks away. I know she wasn't trying to be mean, it's just that she is very, very shy. I've been friends with her for as long as I remember. Once, I tried to introduce her to some of my friends in elementary, but she had disappeared before I could get them to at least look at each other.

Luna asked who I was waving to, but before I could tell her the teacher walked into the rowdy classroom. Taking my seat, I was going to actually listen to the teacher, but Luna and I were passing notes before I even noticed.

Classes finally ended, and I was free! Luna had wandered off to a group of people who were probably from this school. I mustered up the courage to talk to them as I moved towards Luna's side.

"Hey Luna who are they-"

"LEEEEEEEEXIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII"

Oh my god.

"DO YOU HAVE ANY FOOD?!?!?!?!"

Please no. Not them.

"I LOVE YOU LUNA!"

I would not be surprised if these three hooligans set the school on fire. They were the most annoying organisms to ever exist in universe. Everyone in our school called them the B.T.T. the Bad Touch Trio; Melody Micks was their leader, because she had no outstanding talents; David Mawrdawg was an annoying as hell glutton with no food; and the third was Owen Marrow who had an outstanding crush on Luna which everyone knew.

Before any of them could catch me, I left my friend to fend for herself, and fled to the roof. For some reason I felt like going up there, maybe because I had to look for something, or somewhere along those lines.

OH

Right. My brother, Luke Ashton, has been missing since the fire. He was only one grade older than me, so he still goes to the same school. All the evidence points to this one conclusion I refuse to accept, and I admit; I am acting pretty calm for facing the fact that my brother may have died because of the fire. But who knows, maybe he decided to sleep in and still hasn't woken up yet, and his clothes just blend in really well with his blanket.

I finally reached the top of the stairs, it seemed like only a second has passed while I was deep in thought. The door that separated me from fresh air was quite old looking for this new school. When I turned the knob it was already unlocked. "Okay," I thought.

"Oh, hi." His voice was like the feeling of sanding a perfectly smooth block of wood, or producing the perfect swirl of ice cream on a well toned cone. It was hella manly and kind at the same time. I'm also pretty sure I've heard his voice before. I remember now!

"Aren't you the guy that helped me out the flaming school 24 hours ago?"

"That is probably me. But why 24 hours?"

"Sorry, that's just how I think," gosh now I'm so embarrassed! I hope my face isn't as red as the fire. Wait, the fire was, red? My mom told me about these 'colors'. She said the more you get closer to 'that special someone', the more colors you'll see, we only see the different shades of gray, and the colors black and white.

"This is a pretty nice school huh?"

"Yup, the name is pretty cool as well."

"..."

Oh gosh did I just say something wrong? Does my existence bother him? Should I leave? Would he think I didn't like him if I did?

"Is something wrong?"

"Nope. I just remembered something."

"What?"

"I had a dog named Grey. Although, his name was spelled with an 'e' not an 'a'"

"Oh! What was his breed?"

"He was a husky, the most adorable one ever, he had those cute baby eyes."

"Umm, you've been saying was a lot. Does that mean he's...? You don't have to answer if you don't want to."

"It's okay I got over it."

"Did he live a long life?"

"No, quite the opposite actually"

His dog's death adds to his attractive character! I can't! He's like the perfect protagonist for a tragic story!

"He got beaten to death."

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Okay now for this chapter's pun

Q: Why shouldn't you hunt bald eagles?

A: It's ill-eagle