Keith was never liked. Always bullied no matter where he went. He had moved so many times yet he was never happy. Making his father happy was all he tried to do and yet he still failed.
This was his third time moving schools in the past year. Anywhere he went the hatred for him followed.
He never wanted to stand out. He always wore dark colours to express how he felt. He had problems no one would understand or so he thought.
His first day was like every other. Boring, long and filled with hatred. Considering he was a shorter boy and had long hair we was called everything under the sun. "Gay boy" "Faggot" he didn't care. He was used to it.A taller tanned boy with beautiful blue eyes noticed the small boy hiding on the corner but didn't acknowledge him. He just stopped at stared angrily. Keith had no idea why. He saw the boy girls chasing him and clinging on to him like moths do to clothing. Even the guys were chasing him. He had no reason to hate Keith. But obviously he did.
The tanned boy shouted "Hey you! What are you staring at?" he glared at Keith. Keith took out his headphones and looked up. "erm sorry I didn't mean to.." he started to walk away but the other boy grabbed his arm. "I asked you what you were staring at!" Keith flinched. His first day was already becoming hellish. "sorry I was just looking around and you were in view" he stuttered. The taller boy let go of Keith. "You better be sorry." A random girl from the large mass of people surrounding the confrontation shouted. "No one hurts Lance" another girl shouted. "I said I'm sorry" Keith ran off.
He couldn't handle the situation. Of course the boy with good looks could get a crowd for the smallest of things. Keith hated it. He hadn't seen or heard one nice thing all day. It was just like all the rest. Boring, long and filled with hatred.
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Deadroses ~ Klance
Teen FictionKeith was always a loner. No one ever payed any attention to the short boy with dark hair. He was nothing like anyone else. He was never like the popular kids, the artistic people or even the outsider. He was a nobody. No one even knew his name, no...