Empty promises / septiplier

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Mark

I walked into school with nmy friends the way we always do, not the shy unpopular the jocks that aren't the most popular.

I lived on my own in an apartment next wades and Ethans.

But living on my own has its advantages, and disadvantages.

The advantages are : you can have your style your music ect.. you can bring people home. You can keep secrets.

The disadvantages are: you get lonely. That's pretty much it I guess.

That secret part ; it's pretty true. You can be depressed as you like. Lying in the depression of your own mind soul and thoughts.

Because not all promises are kept.

I know some people are worse than me. All I do is sit drunk I'm the corner of my apartment. Occasionally I leave. Like to do some sport or play cards against humanity.

I know some people have it worse  people get bullied (well I do a bit too) abused and stuff like that. I know what it's like to lose a parent. Especially a mum your close to at the age of 11. It leaves you broken inside. Literally smashed. It leave your other parent broken too. Life falls apart. You become distant. You grow up alone. You move out. The hell continues. The burden stays.

Look what it made of me

You really do suffer.

(Back to the story peeps)

We sat down in the middle of the class. With the other people. Like us. Not the jocks and bullies at te back or the nerds in the front.

Our whole class is in it the teacher stares at the door still. Probably a new TA or teaching assistant. Eventually our TA does walk in and they both stare at the door.

It slowly opens. As a hoodie and some black jeans walk in. They sit in the only remaining seat , in front of me. As I can only see the back of then. I don't know their gender or what they look like. But I can tell they are depressed.

Throughout lesson I can't stop wondering their story and staring  at them. At on pint the turned the head slightly but I still didn't see.

Their black hood sheltered their identity.

The teacher stopped us with ten minutes left.

Finally she was introducing mystery.

"Well class we have finished early today to introduce the new member of our class. Seán McLoughlin would you like to come up here"

Mystery boy seán walked up with bias back still to me. The teacher signaled him to take his hood down. He didn't. But he turned around. Just a regular kid with brown hair.

"Hello uh... I'm seán but I like to be called jack. I uhhh don't really have much to say..... oh and"

As he was about to turn to sit down he pulled his hood down. He has bright green died hair.  He was defiantly Irish as well.

At lunch we just walked around the school.

Jack.

I walked around without my hood. I felt embarrassed but I'd kept my secret away for too long (not like I don't have others)

I walked down the corridor and someone shouted my name. I sort of hoped it was the cute boy with the brown hair sat behind me.

But it was sent people from the end of the class. I walked over as they called me.

They crowded around me. I thought I finally was making friends. But then soon punched my stomach. My neck. My cheek. MY head. They kicked me to the ground where they continued to make fun of my accent and looks.

They then ran of outside. I went over to my locker. I out my he'd and hand against it. Another hard ride to add to the torturous one I was already on.

I leaned against my locker and sat on the floor. My gave was bleeding and I felt it bruising. I buried it in my arms. People just walked past. I heard running and asumed they'd come back. I heard people sitting down next to me. I just looked like a black blob as I had my hoodie on again.

"Hello?"

"Hello is that the new boy?"

"He's called jack or seán"

"Whatever mark"

"Hello?"

I looked up slightly with one of my eyes
The cute boy and his friend with blue hair were sat next to me. I decided to reply.

"H-h-hello?"

"Are you okay?"

"Oh well done mark. He's clearly not ok"

"Come on Ethan. Did you get beaten up jack?"

"Yeah"

"Me and mark will help. Can we see?"

"I guess"

I slowly lifted my arms and hands away from my face. They looked in shock at the blood. People around us backed away. It was as if they were scared of me. I covered my face again.

They held out their hands and i stood up. I hand to take my hands wmawya now.

We started walking towards the bathroom.

someone shouted "deformed" at me.

Written by both of us. Poppy likes mark more and I like jack more. Willow doesn't oike either she likes Felix and Ken.