Death's Flower

 I was walking down the street on my way to school. I was about five minutes away when.I froze. There, on the road, was a pale, disfigured body. People have started to surround the body, which was male oh closer inspection. Oh, and the blood. There was blood everywhere.

I stood there, in shock. I couldn't move. People around me started whispering.

"Poor kid."

"What happened?"

"Why did he do it?"

"Do his parents know?"

I looked away from the body and saw police coming over. Not wanting to talk, I quickly turned around and walked to school, head down, trying to forget the image glued into my brain.

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I walked in my first class, History, and sat in my spot in the back. My mind couldn't forget the poor kid. I wanted to know how he died. 'It would either be a car crash or,' I thought, 'or a suicide.' I shuddered at the last thought. 'Stop worrying about it, Dan. You will find out soon enough.' With that thought, I pulled out a book and read as the room filled with students. I ignored everyone. The bell rang, signaling the start of class. However, I didn't stop reading.

"Daniel, put your book away and listen to the lesson," the teacher, Mr. Qualls, called to me in an angry tone. Angrily, I looked up from my book and saw a bunch of the kids smirking. Some were snickering. 'Assholes,' I spat in my head as I put my book away.

"Now, class, we have a new student joining us today," Mr. Qualls spoke. He turned to to door and politely said "Come on in." I looked up and my eyes widened. Standing there was a boy, at least 6 feet, wearing a leather jacket, black skinny jeans, combat boots, and a MCR shirt. He had two lip piercings and there was a section of blue in his raven black hair, which just made his ghoslty skin look even more elegant. But his most striking features were his cerulean eyes. He was hot, to say the least.

"Now, what is your name?" Qualls asked. The kid looked around and spoke, "Phil. I'm Phil." His voice. Wow. It was a mix of deep and husky, which just made him even sexier.

"Well, Phil, if you could take a seat wherever you like. Then we can proceed with our lesson," Mr. Qualls said, a fake smile plastered on his face. The only open seat was the one next to me, so I quickly took my book bag, which was a light, pastel purple and blue messenger bag, out of the seat as Phil looked around the room. His eyes finally landed on my table where the empty seat was. I looked down as he walked over and sat next to me. My eyes stayed on my lap, watching me fiddle with my hands. 'Damn, why am I so shy?" I thought.

"Continuing with our lesson, today we will discuss the Battle of Hastings," the teacher spoke, turning towards the whiteboard and writing down Battle of Hastings. I quietly sighed and began to escape into my mind.

The bell rang, jerking me out of the confines of my mind and signaling the end of the lesson. I stood up and grabbed my bag and quickly walked out of class. I walked to my locker to grab my book and go to my next class, math. Ugh. I walked beside the history classroom and saw a bunch of girls swooning over the new kid. 'Of course he would be popular. He is basically the definition of rebel, which in this school, the girls like,' I thought as I walked into the math room. Before I walked in, though, I heard someone-Phil-say something directed toward me.

"Stay strong, Flower Boy."

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The rest of the day passed by in a blur. Surprisingly, Josh and his posse didn't mess with me today. Or I thought they wouldn't. As I walked out of the building, someone pushed me onto the concrete, spilling the contents of my bag everywhere. Laughs filled the air behind me, making me growl. I turned my head and saw Josh and his pets walking toward me.