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Mission abort

Yes that is my small son gee up there. I'm getting into the swing of updating more often ish. It's kindof fun. Also I might have alittle thing that I might put up on here but it's a secret for now.
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Break sucked. And by sucked I mean it sucked wrinkly balls. Like really sucked. Bad.
So Ash, like always, picked his way through the having masses of sweaty pre-teens in the corridoor and snuck out through the back door of the PE block. Scanning the area for teachers he then sprinted to the other side of the grass path and slipped through the bushes silently. Just like normal.
And onto a gigantic yellow field.
The flowers were in bloom and swayed lightly in the breeze casting the odd petal or two into his face. Making him swat them away angrily.
Settling into the flowers at the edge Ash pulled out his sketch book and pencil from his backpack.
It was no secret that this was his prized possession. A literal diary for his most personal things. He had a drawing of his mum in the front, as a silent reminder to him of her face everytime he flipped past it.
It wasn't easy. Growing up without a mum for 7 years had changed him. For bad or good he couldn't care less but all he knew was that he liked his dark hair and black clothes, and friends didn't matter unless you needed some company, which Ash certainly didn't want or need. 
He fingered through the pages carefully, stopping only now and then to examine some of his work and touch it up.
Then he flipped to a blank page and began to draw.
He sat there the entire break, scratching away with his pencil on the paper, chewing on the end every now and then whilst he paused to remember the details.
And when he was done, he flopped back into the flowers with a sigh.
He had drawn her, facing away with her jumper sleeves bunched up in her hands to hide the scars.
Satisfied, he sat up and started to pack away his things, listening out for a bell to signal the end of break.
Standing up and slinging his backpack over his shoulder, he picked his way back across to the bushes and slipped through.
He stopped mid stride when he looked to his left and saw her.
She was sat under a tree about 3 metres from him, taking a long drag from a cigarette poised inbetween her fingers.
When she exhaled she sighed, her hand flopping back onto her ripped jeans. Tapping it lightly to knock off some excess ash.
She already knew he was there, turning slightly to gaze at him with boredom.
"What do you want?" She asked, pushing a slight edge into her tone.
He was stuck for words as she continued to stare him down. A long silence filled the air as the smoke from her cigarette drifted into the sky.
His face heated up to a dangerous level.
"I.... Just was coming from the..er...there and I.. You where..yeah" His social awkwardness was on full whack today.
"You look like I just caught you fucking your nan's cat. Lighten up. I'm Sky." She said shifting to get a better look at him.
"Ash" He replied, trembling alittle as she made to get up from the ground.
Mission abort. Too much social interaction for one day fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. He swivelled on his heel and cut through the small grass lane to school building, bolted through the door and into the toilets.
So much for having a peacefull break. He probably looked like a right fuck up when he'd started running.
Shit shit shit indeed.
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