I walk out of my empty house and start to walk to school. I walk along the pavement, covered in leaves that have recently fallen off trees. I put my earbuds on and turn on a random song.
I arrive at school and I'm already not sure where I'm going. I go to the school office to get my school schedule for this year. It shows my locker number and my classes. I have art for my first class, which will probably be my favorite class. I start to head to the art room. I try to avoid all eye contact as I walk.
I walk into a crowded art room with everyone looking at me. I walk to the back of class towards the corner." Good morning class. I'm miss Jackson, your new art teacher for this year. Today we are just going to draw anything that inspires you." Miss Jackson says and goes and sits at her desk. I see a person come into the class and look for a spot to sit. He looks over at me and starts walking toward me. He had beautiful crystal, blue eyes and jet black hair with a fringe like mine. He gave a quick smile at me before introducing himself," hi, I'm Phil." I look down at my paper and write' I'm Dan.' He smiles at me and starts to draw a flower.
I stare at him for a few minutes, which sounds creepy, but then I get an idea. His eyes. I start drawing his eye shape and I start to shade it.
~40 minutes later~
The bell rings and I carefully put the drawing of Phil's eye in my art folder and start walking out of the classroom. I start walking to my next class, English, when someone trips me. I fall to the floor and all my drawings go everywhere. I look up to see that the people who bullied me last year were standing above me." I haven't seen you all summer Howell." One of the guys in the group says and kicks me in the stomach. I flinch from the pain but then more of the people start to kick me. They keep kicking me and saying mean stuff about me but I just ignore it. I deserve this. After a few more kicks in the stomach and the head, they go away. I crawl to the corner sitting there feeling like I deserved that. I hear the bell ring but I don't care. All I can think about is my blades. I need them right now. I sit there in silence then I hear footsteps. "Hey, are you alright?" I look up to see Phil is standing there. I look down at my feet hoping he will go away. He sits down next to me and pulls out his phone. He goes to notes and opens a new note. He hands his phone to me and says," what happened?" He looks at me and frowns. I type' it doesn't matter.' He looks at me and frowns again." You can tell me. I'm not going to tell anyone." I type the people's names in that kicked me, and I tell Phil why I had new bruises on my face. Phil gets up and starts to pick up my drawing that fell out of my folder. He hands them to me and says," these are really good, Dan." I nod my head and Phil holds out his hand. I take his hand and stand up I almost fell again but before I fell Phil caught me. I smile at Phil and he smiles back. I type ' where are we going?' And hand the phone to Phil." Dan. You have blood on your face I'm not letting you go around school with blood on your face." I smile at Phil and keep walking.
We go into the bathroom and I start to wet a napkin and clean off the blood on my forehead. Phil stares at me and smiles, which makes me smile." You have dimples, Dan." He says making me smile and blush more. I finish cleaning off my face and apparently me and Phil both have the same English class together. Phil and I walk to our English class together.
•••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• Ok so I am starting this story over again so yeah. I guess that's all from me.
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