Broken Stars (ON HOLD)

School

Authers Note:

Im trying to get my books a little more out there, but I not quite sure how. If anyone has any ideas, i'd love to here them! Also Above is a photo of what Carter looks like, except her eyes would have white specks,

-Nyx

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The bus ride was long, because of all the rain there had already been several crashes, so the traffic was terrible. So I pulled out my binder and finished some homework that would be do tomorrow. Half of it was already done, so I just finished it off, and made it neater. 

The bus came to a screeching stop just as I finished the last problem. I hit my head on the seat in front of me, I rubbed my head then put my stuff away and back into my backpack. Half of the kids were already pushing each other to get off the bus, so I waited till the rest of the students got off, before I got up. 

"Carter wait, you are one of the sweetest kids that Ive ever met. I don't like to see those other kids push you around," he sighed, "look, just stand up for yourself more. Ok?" I nodded, worried that I would stutter, he gave me a warm smile and let me get of the bus. 

"Boo!" I tensed up, thinking that it was someone playing a prank on me. But after I was embraced by someone giggling. I relaxed and freed myself from Harpers arms. She started talking but I zoned her out, she talks way to fast for me to keep up with her. She realized that I wasn't paying attention and snapped her fingers next to my ears. I wince slightly, and turned my attention back to her. 

After a few moments, her popular friends came over. Some waved or smiled politely, I smiled back. Ivy declared me as her number one enemy, so no one dared to be my friend, not out of spite, but out of fear. They all started talking, so after a few minutes I just started to walk away. It always stung that when Harpers friends came, I was pushed to the side, but I had already put a dent in her reputation, I wasn't going to be the one to shatter it completely. 

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I walked over to my locker, bending down slightly to put in my combination. I put away my stuff from my other classes and pulled out my art book. Art has always been the subject I excelled at, I was always the class artist, sometimes I could even get away with giving teacher some of my sketches to get extra credit. 

Art was in the far end of the school from the lockers. So as I walked through the halls, I kept my head down, avoiding eye contact. Someone put their foot out, and tripped me. I fell on the side of my head, stars exploded behind my eyes, my stuff in a heap around me. I was filled with sudden courage, so I shakily stood up walked over to the guy that pushed me. I looked him in the eye I grabbed his stuff out of his hands and threw it on the floor. When his large textbooks hit the floor everyone stopped laughing to look at me. 

Ms. Porter walked over to the guy that tripped me gave him a detention slip. Before leading me to a nurse. After the nurse told me that I was free to go back to class I gathered my stuff and headed to Art, sadly that had Ivy in it. I opened the class door, whispering started, but mostly came from the back table, Ivy's table to be precise. 

Ms. Porter came out from the clay room, giving the class a look. Before motioning into me into her office. She motioned me to sit down in the chair in front of my desk. She smiled at me after a moment of silence. 

"Carter, do you remember when I assigned the class to draw on sketch every day for a week of something you love?" 

"Yes," 

"Well, your sketches of the cosmos are absolutely amazing," she winked at me," I have already talked to your grandmother and sent a copy to an advanced summer camp, and to a nearby art college, who have decided to give you a full scholarship!" I couldn't believe it, a summer camp and a full scholarship? 

"Really?"

"Yes, really, you are the first to be accepted to this college from this school." She waved me out of her class, and I sat down and started to sketch the stature in front of me, but I wasn't really focusing, I was so excited.