Chapter 2

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We sat quietly at the back of the bus. Both of us didnt uder a word. I pressed my forhead on the window and watched as the houses and cars fly by. I drowned out the loud yelling on the bus and got lost in thought. I heard a small mumble next to me. Not making out what he said, i turned to Rayne."what?"

He looked up at me, sympathy in his eyes."im sorry." He whispered. I gave him a confused look. I was about to ask why, but i remembered the scene this morning.

"Oh." His eyes never left me. Im being a bit harsh, i know. But i always told him to not take up for me. I cant let her hurt him, itll crush me. Hes already been through so much. Id also be breaking the promise i made with dad acouple of years ago,to always protect and look out for Rayne.'Dad..'

The thought of dad driven me over the edge. That night, that fatal night, cost my dad is life. I felt tears well up in the corner of  my eyes, i quickly blinked them away.'not today rose...well-not infront of Rayne atleast.' I looked over to him to see he was playing with the hem of his jacket, deep in thought.'its funny how bad things happen to good people.'

I felt the bus screech to a stop. I looked outside and saw the small school yard. 'James Elementary school k-8' the ingraved sign read.

All the younger kids got off the bus, including Rayne."have fun." I said as he stood up."yea." He said bluntly. As soon as the last kid got off, the bus started moving again. I plugged in my earbuds and listened to titanium by sia.

'You shout aloud
But i cant hear a word you say
Im Talkin loud
Not sayin much
Im criticized but all your bullets ricochet
Shoot me down but i get up

Im bullet proof nothing to lose
Fire away, fire away
Ricochet, take your aim
Fire away, fire away
You shoot me down but i wont fall
I am titanium
You shoot me down but i wont fall
I am titanium.'

A gold sign labeled: Hawkins High school, came into view. The bus parked with the rest of the others and we got off.

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The day passed by quickly. I sat in my usual seat in the back and day dreamed afew times. Mandy was no were in sight, which is a good thing. If you dont know who Mandy is, theres one of her in every school. Shes my bully and the schools Regina (queen/queen bee). The thing is, she bothers nobody but me and only me. One time i actually worked up the courage to ask her why she always bother me. You wanna know what she said?

'Honestly you akward and annoying and what the fuck is wrong with your face? You act like your dead or one of those emo 'i hate everything' kids. Haaha people like you should end up either in jail or in a crack house .'

Emo? I mean i know im different and all. But atleast im not as self centered and as ignorant as half of this school. I mean come on half the town is getting whiped out because of some mysterious muderers and theyre worrying about their make up? Idiots.

I was copying down some notes when i got a strong smell of cheap perfume. Thats when the door flung open. In came big bouncy brown curls, beady brown eyes, and a face covered in make up.She gave the teacher a tardy slip and sat in the middle row. She looked around the classroom and her eyes stopped on me. She gave me a little glare before she mouthed: got a pencil? I looked at her for a second and shook my head no.

She snarled and mouthed: bitch. She turned and asked one of her friends for a pencil. I shrugged the comment off.'Use to it.'

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The bell rung and it was time to go to out last period of the day, p.e."test on monday!! Remember to study" my teacher yelled as we exited the class.

"Today we are playing dodge ball" my couch announcedm"pick your teammates. Two girls stood up, one being Mandy. I was picked for the other girls team and Mandy mostly picked her friends to play.

It may not look like it but im pretty crafty when it comes to p.e. Im not saying im a nba star, i dont know anything about basketball, football, tennis, golf, or etc. But when it comes to dodge ball, im all for it.
Once we got im our teams we began to play.

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