Light Up My World

His straight, long, black hair ran down his back swinging with each step he took in his black Dr Martens with black leather pants and baggy black t-shirt with a small circular design on it. His piercing eyes hit people round the street he was walking along but his eyes mainly hit one person. A girl walking at his side with curly volumized bleach blonde with roots showing wearing a slutty black denim skirt with a tight top which was almost see through revealing her large amount of cleavage held in a hot pink bra (showing through her top brightly). 

I watched this amazing man as I sat in my mothers car in slow moving traffic with mum screeching down my ear about what I'm wearing or how I need more friends and 'get on the social ladder'. I sunk further down in my seat with each patronising comment from her mouth.

He glanced at me, his piercing brown eyes sunk into mine, I smiled slightly but nothing obvious; he smiled back at me and right then fireworks sparked in my mind. Then I realised the slut next to him was talking so she probably said a pathetic flirty joke to break the ice which he smiled at then it just so happened he was looking at me.

Once I'd got to school I found my friends who were talking about a band I don't like. My head stuck out the crowd like a sore thumb due to my 5"11 height. No one was taller than me at the school.

We were laughing and joking when I saw him again. He was walking into school followed by his slut. Her friends came to her then I realised who she was, Miss-I've-Slept-With-12-guys-and-I'm-only-15 better known as Leona. She's in the year below as I'm in sixth form, aka the top year. Leona hugged her friends tightly and I'm sure her thick layer of foundation left it's mark on her friends shoulder (she calls them her friends but everyone knows they're wanna be populars).

He was forced to stand above them, he must have been about 6"1. The bell rang for form period so I parted from my friends into form with a girl who hung about in our group but no one really liked, Chloe, she infuriated me and although she knows I couldn't stand her she still insisted on sitting next to me behind the boy geeks, Ben, Levi and Robert. They were alright but I wouldn't have chosen to speak to them if I saw them on a street.

"Have you seen the new guy?" Chloe asked with her annoyingly squeaky voice, I nodded, who could forget, "Freak. Right?"

"You don't know him." I told her quietly trying to carry on with my drawing.

"You don't either."

Once I'd finally got silence from her the door swung open and Mrs. Jester (Don't be fooled by the name) boomed, "This is Brian. He'd rather you call him Marilyn and be kind or be in unit."

"Yes Mrs. Jester." The class agreed going by how Mrs. Jester insisted we'd do.

Brian, or Marilyn, took the seat on an empty desk next to ours and sat quietly staring at the desk until James sat on the edge of it, "Hi Marilyn." He smirked at the name although I thought it was a really nice name for a boy even though it was a girls name.

"Hi." Marilyn/Brian mumbled not lifting his gaze from the table, his american accent was easily noticed.

"What brings you here?" James sneered in his stupidly high pitched voice.

"Got kicked out of Christian school." Marilyn muttered.

"Whatcha do?" James raised an eyebrow then noticed me staring and looked at me asthough to say What are you looking at? Freak. 

"Wrote 666 in the bibles at church... spread rumors about how Gods bad... Practiced Satanism..." Marilyn listed.

"Satanism?" James sounded shocked. It was then that I realised what the symbol was on his top. When he said about practicing Satanism I felt more strange than when I first saw him. The picture of the Satanic symbol rushed through my mind forcing me to draw it out.