True Colors

Chap 1 | Past

.:Mitch's POV:.

I've been walking for how long now? 

Only a couple minutes, thanks watch. I look back the path I step on. Smiling a bit, forgetting the unclear morning. Im only 13, my crystal is floating around my head. Visible for me, transparent to the people that are not me.

The blood red backpack slung around my shoulder begins to  make my back sore, even is it wasn't that heavy. But there were a couple textbooks in there so...

There was a big, tall building flies into view, the crystal encrusted walls reflect the sun rays with more colors. There was a reason why this school is called PYT, Prism Youth Training, Academy. The campus is fairly large for it being only a high school. On campus was already many students ether talking or trying to find a way to class. Speaking of which, homeroom is in a few minutes. I should hurry. 

"Hey dude! Wait up!!"

Another male starts running to the same place I was facing. Himself was wearing a pair of sunglasses, his medium brown hair tied into a small ponytail which I think is called a rat tail, dark gray jacket cover a light gray tank-top with a large black X, the jeans were the same color as the jacket with golden & white shoes. 

"WAIT!!"

I slow down to a stop as the running guy pressed a mental brake to stop moving, the extra force pushes him so he jumps to a stop next to me. The guy looks at me, confused and childish. Somehow he still had the energy to circle around me multiple times before standing right in front of my face with a giant smile in his. The male grabbed my wrist to literally drag me down the two blocks before letting me go after bringing me inside the school grounds.

"Come on, we have class." He runs off into the building.

 Trying my best to catch up to this guy, I struggle to pull my schedule out of my bag as my legs move faster than sound. The crumpled paper had unreadable text on it but I could make out the first numbers. 687...

WHY DOES IT HAVE TO BE ON THE 6TH FLOOR?!?!

My body starts sweating, my lungs try to breath, legs are sore. The 6th floor staircase doors fling open, I start running into the correct classroom, throwing the door so hard the handle hit the wall with a such a loud smack, the students in the room ether shoke with surprise or shriek and fall of their chair. The place fell quiet after that.

"...Mitchell Hughes?" 

"Right h-here..."

I was panting heavily, looking up for the time. 8:15. Just on time.

My sluggish movements eventually plopped my body down in a chair next to a guy with a bacca beanie and a tie eyeing me weirdly. I gave my best wave to him before my head lightly hitting into my desk. 

Boy will this be a very long day.

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Welp, updated. ~DJ