first day of school

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< marks pov >

It's been the whole weekend since me and jack last saw each other. All I could think about was how jack was so scared to tell me about anything. Today is his first day and I am really nervous, we both agreed for me to pick him up just in case he is injured again by his fucking dad. I waited outside his home for 5 mins and after the first 3 I heard screaming. My heart stopped as I listened at the most likely cock of a father shouting at jack. I heard his screams a couple times which only made me hold back more tears than before. After what seems like forever, jack finally walks out the door and towards my car. I fake smiled at jack as he entered my car. He lifted his head up and looked at me, smiling. I got to see the Damage on his face. His septic eye is still there, it didn't look infected or anything it was just green. His crystal blue pupils were still the same luckily but I couldn't be able to not see the scar that his dad left there, especially that he can't see through it. It's just an empty eye of nothingness, sure it moves around and it looks like that nothing has happened but from what se-.... jack told me , e can't see out that eye at all. He also had scars around his face and neck, some looked like old by some were fresh. I knew exactly what was going on now, there was no denying that this was child abuse. I stared at jack for about 30 seconds until he got worried. " urmmm merk ? Are ye ok ? Ya seem .... stressed" he said with an innocent tone.  I blinked which caused my staring trial to be executed. I smiled at him, " ya just thinking .... excited for your first day at Lockwood high ?" I asked as I tried to hide my obvious awkwardness. He looked down at his fingers which he was fiddling around uncontrollably, he was nervous, badly. I felt bad for the guy, he seemed so chilled and fun when I first saw him and now I know he is a broken soul. It hasn't stopped me from loving him any less though.

" hey jack, it's ok , our school Is very nice compared to other places, and i will always be there for you, ok ?" i said however, i lied. of course i will always be there to protect him but there is a reason why, our school is not a very nice place at all, sure the education is outstanding and everyone gets up bullied in some sort of way. There are no popular students except one little gang that only a consist of 5 members. They are the bullies. Everyone is just plain mean to each other unless they are your friends. If jack got in any contact with those 5 members, I am sure it will get bloody. He smiled at me and we drove of.

When we arrived at school all of our friends from the choir were thereto greet us. We all smiled and walked together as one big group. We weren't a popular group but our big group did give us advantages, no one was picked on in the group if all or most of us were there. It was helpful to have a bunch of great friends. " so jack do you know what you have" Felix asked, smiling at jack, I was happy that everyone made friends with him so quickly. " w-w-w-well I think that I have....... music, art, English, and drama so I think it's a pretty good day!" He said cheerfully, I smiled as he was in all of my classes but one, drama, but I knew signe has drama so will not be alone. " oh cool ! Your basically with me and signe All day !! Isn't that right signe ?" I said looking at her, she scolded me for a split second I told turning her attention to jack smiling, " yup I will show you the drama department If you like ?" Signe said smiling. Jack looked confused. " n-no it's ok I ac-" he tried to say but signe dragged him away. I looked at there where they were going until i turned back to my friends who all looked shocked except from Amy who looked sad. " what was that all about ?!" I asked looking around the room for answers, everyone shrugged. " she has been like that since last Friday?" Ken said surprised, I took a step back, confused about what was going on, before I made anymore conclusions the bell rang and we all walked to our next classes.

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