Red (MarkiplierxReader)

Late?

I step into the same boring school my grey hair being blown by wind

I haven't payed one bit of attention today, there wasn't a flash of colour to give me hope... It was rather dull

I notice something on my door a peice of paper? I read the dark ink
"Meet me here at 5"
I stare at it but I run upstairs

I stand there confused waiting my hands play with my collar life flashes before my life someone times, it's dull and I hate it
I look down at my phone and see the time and who ever they are they're late...

(Sorry it's short... I've got my first day of school tomorrow...)