WARNING
DEPRESSION, CUTTING, SADDNESS, LANGUAGE, BULLYING
Plz no hate ;-; I tried meh best
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---Your POV---
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A groan escapes your lips as your sit up from your bed. Your hair messy and sticking every which way, you stretch and yawn. Looking over at the clock it reads:
6:15 am
"Greeeat I'm about to be late!"
You rush up out of bed and grab some random clothes and rush to the shower. You wash up and dry off, getting clothed and doing your hair. You're wearing your (f/c) tank top and (f/c) jeans. You grab a black jacket to match it, brush your teeth and grab your bag, slinging it over your shoulder.
You quickly grab your keys to the appartment and rush out to your bus stop. The bus is just pulling up as you get there. The driver greats you with a warm smile on this cold winter day. It was still dark outside with light snow falling around. You hated it. You were always the first pick up for the bus and the last drop off. You plug in your headphones to your phone and listen to (fav song).
Your name is (F/N) (L/N). You are 16 years old and are in high school. You live by yourself in an apartment.
Your parents had just died about 12 years ago in a horrible storm. It was practically a "snownado". (A/N:Fucking go with it) A random tornado appeared in the middle of a snow storm and took off the roof of your old house. You were safely down in the basement as your parents tried to collect important items to bring down there with them. When you heard the house being ripped apart and their bloodshed screams, you knew they were gone. Even though you were only four. The police found there bodies 5 miles away from your now destroyed home, them being separated 3 miles apart. Till this day you still hate storms of any kind. Thunder storms, Wind storms, but especially Snow storms.
Since the death of your parents, depression has been eating you away piece by piece. You remain hidden within the crowed with no friends, no one to talk to. You like it that way, no one to feel sorry about the lost of your parents. You'd rather not talk about it ever. You also hide within jackets, hoodies or long sleeves and beanies. Your arms covered with cuts and scars, fresh and old. All different shapes, all different sizes, even different colors. You normally cut when you get home then cry yourself to sleep. You hardly eat or drink. You've gotten so use to the loneliness it feels natural and you don't want to change that.
Some how these trolls ends up on your planet but they seemed friendly. I mean, you never walked up to them and tried starting a conversation with any of them but you've observed how most of them act. Some are even in your classes.
The bus ride was long, picking up person after person, troll after troll, letting in more snow and cold air as the bus doors opened and closed. A group of guys, football players, would always pick on you. You sat in the waaay back to hide yourself, but they always bothered you. Calling you names like "freak" or "loner". Throwing stuff at you, pushing you around. You'd just ball up your fist and turn up your music to tune them out.
The bus pulled up into the school and everyone started getting off the bus. As you grabbed your stuff and began stepping off the bus, one of the football jocks shoved you, causing you to slip on the icy ground and fall.
"Oops my bad!" He snickered and high fived his buddies as they laughed. "Move faster next time dork."
You sighed and regained yourself. You grab your bag and the stuff that flew out of it. You looked back to the group of boys who harass you. A blonde guy with shades approached them.
'He's probably one of them..' you think to yourself.
The blonde kid then spoke up.
"Hey not cool man, ya can't just be shoving peeps around like that ya know."
Wait..was this guy defending you?
You stood there, slightly in shock but continued to listen to there conversation.
"Do you know who I am little blonde?" The leader of the gang said stepped towards the boy. Mr. Shades kept his cool and remained a poker face.
"I could honestly care less but I have a feeling your gonna tell me anyways so lay it on me."
"I'm Mike, the Quarter Back of our team, that's Billy-"
A short dude with dark skin and short black hair nodded as his name was announced.
"And that's Thomas.."
Thomas glared and spat to Mr. Shades' feet.
"We don't take orders from no one."
Mr Shades still kept his poker face and stuck his hands in his pockets.
"That's nice, I bet if I was your mom that would be a different story but thank the heavens I'm not and I didn't give birth to such a rude douche as ya'self, now if you will excuse me, class is starting soon."
And with that he left. Wait no. HE'S WALKING YOUR WAY.
You avert your eyes to the ground. He stops in front of you.
"Hey, you alright? Those dicks didn't give you too much trouble did they?"
What do you do? Shit, what do you SAY? You've never talked to anyone before since the accident. You keep your eyes low and muster out "I'm okay.."
Mr. Shades bent down a but trying to make eye contact which made you blush a bit and look away more.
"You sure? Ya had a pretty nasty fall, do you need me to take you to the nurse?"
You give him a quick glare. "I said I'm fine..." with that you walk off into the building. Mr. Shades remained there for a while and watched as you walked away.
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You get to the class before your lunch. Your 5 period Study Hall. The teacher pretty much doesn't give a Damn what you do. He even let's some people smoke in the class near the window. You sit in the back not ever looking up from your phone. You were reading stories on Wattpad. (A/N: AH see what I did there -w-) Sadly right as the climax to your story was building up and you were about to find out who the killer was, your cellular device dies.
"Damnit.." you mutter to yourself. You decide to look around the room for once and observe your class mates. Most of them were sleeping, a few people were smoking. There was this fish like troll trying to flirt with everyone in the class room. He wore a violet cape and some glasses. Weird. You keep looking and you find-
No way
Mr. Shades is in here?? Since when?! You've never noticed him before. You guess he felt someone staring at him because he turned around and looked right at you through those dark shades. You quickly looked away hiding your face and mumbling.
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How'd I do?? Was it good for my first start??? Probably not sorry it was so long I just really like writing and I had to add details and blaahhh
I hope you're enjoying ^~^
Till next Chapter!~
Baiiii
~F@ncy·Fox:3
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