I have always been called names. Witch, Ugly, fag, bitch, dumb fuck, slut, whore, all the names you could think of. All just because of my apperence mostly my eyes, they say that my eyes look creepy. Like I mean they are completely different from any human being, like I have some kind of X going through my pupil.
"Ms. Kane!" I look up from my book. Mr. Lee scolding me for reading. I close it and sigh out of annoyance.
"Please pay attention." I roll my eyes. I'm a straight A student I don't think I really need to pay attention to this bullshit. He continues with the lesson.
I hear others snicker at me. I ignore them and just draw in my sketch book. From time to time I get paper balls thrown at me. I don't really mind.
"Psst, Kit." I look at my friend Matthew Wate. He has been my friend for awhile now I think since the 4 grade? I'm not so sure. He dyed his hair a couple of times but now I think he's sticking to red.
"What do you want?" I whisper softly. He reached over and gave me a piece of paper. And then told me to read it.
--do that thing you do plz--
What he means is that I can kinda move things with my mind if I think about it. We always play tricks on the teachers.
I look around to see what I could use. I do have a sharp pencil. I levitate it and concentrate on where it should go. I aim it near his head and get ready to launch it.
But then the bell rings. Damnit! So close. I grab my books and put them in my black messenger bag. I draw on it with a white marker so you can see that it has band symbols and lyrics. Like My Chemical Romance, StarSet, P!ATD, MIW, The Tragic Thrills, stuff like that.
"You should have done it quickly!" Matthew says to me, he laughs as I pout. I should have to done it faster.
"I know, I know but I wanted to get really close to his head to see his scared reaction." He rolls his eyes.
"You are into some messed up shit, you weirdo." I smile softly at his comment. I don't mind it.
"Thank you kindly sir." I say in a weird accent. And we both laugh. I can be very weird if you get to know me.
As we were walking to our lockers for lunch I get pushed against the lockers, "Hey watch where your going shorty!" The jocks laugh at me and say rude comments as they descend.
I rub my shoulder in pain, did they have to push me so hard? Kids these days, they just don't know when to quit.
"Are you okay, Kit?" I nod, reassuring him. I open my locker only to find paper with words on them. Fag, bitch, slut, whore, kill yourslef. Not joking that's how they spelled it. Must of been the jocks.
"I think they should learn how to spell properly, kids need to pay more attention in order to spell correctly." Mattie laughs.
"Noice one." I pats my back as he leaves to go to his locker. I wish our lockers weren't so far away.
It's a shame. I try to make friends but the Group gets there before me and says bad things about me. But I'm glad I have Mattie. Things would be terrible if I haven't met him.
But I also have another friend. Arthur Way. Short blonde hair and ocean blue eyes, girls are always after him because he's such a gentlemen. I don't get what they see in him.
"Kana." It was Arthur. He doesn't call me by my nickname cause he thinks it's improper. Or something like that.
"Yeah?" I respond.
"You mind lending your notes? I must of forgotten mine at home." I reach for my bag and look for the notes he's talking about. I'm guessing he means the science notes.
"Here you go." I give it to him and he says thank you.
"No prob bob." He rolls his eyes, he hates it when I use improper grammar. It's always funny to see his reaction. He goes up to me and fixes my clothes and hair.
"Let me guess, my clothes and hair were a mess?" I smirked as he just sighs. They sometimes treat me like a kid, wait let me rephrase that. They treat me like a kid all the time.
**well...I got bored so I drew Mattie, Arthur and Kana. But you can't see them yet until I'm finished. One down two to go. But thanks for reading! 100 Weird points for you! Enjoy! Oh and if anything is wrong tell me, its looks like there's a glitch or something when I review it and I can't fix it, sorry***
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