Lucifer Collins what are you?
Justice Danielswhy are you so close to me?
Micheal-Arik Ross what is your problem with everyone?
Jared Nicholas why can't you leave me alone?
Poor Alexandria Judith Caraway has troubles coping with the mischievous four...
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The alarm hit my ears hard and loud, the groaning of Isabelle told me where I was. I sat up and walked over to the blinds and opened them. I get some clothes on, put my hair in a pony tail and head for the kitchen. Almost everyone is there talking, eating, reading, or studying for a test or something artistic. I take a breath duck my hair under my hood and grab an apple and head back to my room. I enter and Isabelle is half way done her routine and I grab my bag then head to the school building.
The walk was quiet not one word. I got to be alone, I got to be me, hated. I enter and a gush of pain stabbed my chest but I ignored it. I headed straight to the arts room and grabbed a canvas and pulled my acrylic paints and my paintbrushes out and started to paint a purple river with blue petals drifting down it. There was over an hour till school started so I had time to relax and fake being okay once more.
I started humming a song and started adding the sidelines of the river and texture to the water. "Down the river to the city, baby please come back home to me." I stop and turn around and a blond is towering over me and he stops singing.
"What are you doing? And what song was that?" I ask and relax to his smile.
"Checking out your painting, and that was my song river back home. I'm Michael." His voice was soft, kind and masculine. I wanted to be with him forever.
"Oh well uh could you give me some space please I cant paint while being towered by. And if you want you can have the painting when I'm done I guess." His smile showed he was pleased I gave it to him.
Luke walked in and just glared at Michael. Michael glared back at him. "Michael stay away from her."
"What better advice to follow then your own." Their voices sounded colder than ice it sent shiver up and down my spine.
"Guy's can't I choose who I hang with or not? Or am I your pet or something?" I stood up and looked around and we were the only ones in the room. They both looked toward me.Michael's face was calm but angered, Lucifer's was anger and hateful.
"No!" They say in sync, it hurt knowing I'm being overpowered and treated like a kid.
"Fine then." I got up took my stuff and left the canvas, the boys and the room behind me as I stormed off. I could hear their voices calling me from down the hall. I took a right and went straight to my locker." The code, 18, 23 and uh, uh shoot." I look right, nobody. Left there was a guy siting a couple locker's away reading a notebook. "Uh excuse me can you help me? I forgot my last number to my combination." He stands up and nods.
"What locker number are you , and what is your name?" He askes and takes out his phone.
"Locker 654 and my name is Alexandria Caraway." I smile and he starts writing and nods.
"23, and 46. You are welcome. My name is Justice Boudreau the poet." He smiles and bows. I giggle and curtsy then unlock my locker.
"Well I'm, you know my name and I'm the artist, singer, musician mistress I guess." We talk for a while then the bell rings for class and we dash off to our classes. English was his class and it was instrumental class, I played the flute, trumpet and piano.
