So this one sucks major arse but it was a cute concept and I didn't feel like putting effort into anything- I just felt like writing and not caring about quality.
Anyway, vote and comment if you like this concept and maybe I'll go a little more into it.
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"My last day at school," I thought, "I wonder how it's going to be..." I sat at my old desk, thinking about what it was going to be like when I got home. A bottle of xanex, bathtub filled with warm water, empty bottles of vodka on the tiled floor. Maybe my landlord will find my corpse.
The school bell rang loudly, signalling the beginning of the school day.
'I heard there's a new student coming in today...' I vaguely heard my classmates behind me whisper to themselves. "A new student,"
I thought, "I wonder what they're like." Not wanting to dwell on the new information, I leaned my head on my desk and shut my eyes.
'Good morning class,' I listened as my teacher, Mr. Morgen, boomed over the chattering my classmates were infatuated with. They all silenced immediately, besides a few lingering voices coming from behind me. 'We have a new student today. His name is Ricky.' I heard the classroom door slide open and subtle gasps from the girl who sat beside me, a quiet student named Perl.
'Oh, he's cute.'
'Yeah, like, really cute.'
'Uh...hi?' I new voice called, one coming from the white board. He sounded confused, like he had no idea he was going to have to say hello to the class when he arrived.
'Each of you introduce yourself, please.' The teacher instructed, however, I didn't pay attention. I heard him, but I didn't really take what he said seriously. It didn't sink into my mind so when it was my turn to introduce myself, I stayed silent. '(Y/n)!'
My head shot up as a loud bang emanated from in front of me, causing me to suddenly shoot up from my desk, looking around as though I forgot where I was. 'Huh? What?'
'Well since you were so rude to our new student, you can show him around. Ricky, this is (Y/n).'
'Let her introduce herself. I'm pretty sure she can do it herself.' I wasn't sure if I was meant to be insulted or not. I was about to snap at him when I suddenly froze. He was like a vampire, pale skin, black nails, icy blue eyes and inky black hair that he obviously had trouble keeping off his face. His arms had one or two tattoos on each side, making me wonder if he was planning to get sleeves or not. His lips occupied thick black snakebite piercings which I found horribly predictable and yet strangely charming. He pushed my teacher out of the way before staring down at me, a careless look in his eyes telling me he did not like having his time wasted. Luckily for him, neither did I. 'Your name?'
'It's (Y/n), as he said. I'm guessing you're Ricky?'
'Yeah. You'll be showing me around, right?'
'How can I refuse with a 47 year old creep standing less than two feet away from me?'
'You been here long?' I asked, wandering down the school halls with Ricky by my side, picking at the skin flaking off the ends of his fingers. I could vaguely hear my classmates tailing behind us with the intention of asking Ricky questions but, with be walking next to him, they didn't have a chance to.
'No, not too long. We moved here so my sister could get better treatment so I didn't really think much of anything.'
'U-Um...Ricky?' I finally heard one of the girls stalking us mutter. He didn't turn around, probably just wanting to ignore her but I stopped and looked back, realising it was one of the girls who sat behind me.
'Rick, this girl wants to talk to you.'
'Hm?' He replied, finally looking back and letting his eyes scan over her. 'What do you want?'
'I-I just...um...' she looked so pathetic, knees clinking together, head down, hair covering her face, she was a dying puppy under the gaze of a hungry wolf.
'I can't hear you. Talk to me when you gain more confidence.'
'U-Um...alright, s-sorry...'
'It's fine, just think about what you're going to do before you waste my time.'
'...on the days Ms. Frances cooks, don't take any hot foods or you'll get food poisoning. Also, don't eat in the cafeteria unless you want some snobby jock slamming you're face into your plate.'
'Uh-hu. And what do I do if there's a pretty girl who won't shut the fuck up?' He sassed, a subtle smirk growing across his lips as I looked over at him, wanting so badly to just punch him in his gorgeous face.
'I will beat you to death with my boot.'
'Please do. How do we get outside? I need a cigarette.' He asked, spinning around on his heels and eyeing the exits that surrounded us.
'Through the side. Right over there,' I pointed over to the glass door to the left of us, 'I'd suggest you use deodorant to rid yourself of the smell afterwards though. The teachers get a hard-on from telling kids off for smoking.' He nodded before leading the way out the side door to a practically deserted part of the school. The moment I stepped outside, I cursed the summer sun for making my skin feel like a charred corpse.
'This place sucks. Can we leave?' He asked.
'I mean, you can leave whenever you'd like but I should stick around...'
'Live everyday like it's your last, (Y/n). Come with me.' Some part of me wanted to tell him that today was my last, but the way he looked at me just reminded me that it wasn't his problem. I was a burden to everybody.
