Lawrence

The crimson haired boy

"He's getting too close, What if he falls?!" "Then we'll catch him...." The twins said watching the small boy from a distance. He was playing alone near the cliffside, he was always alone.
The twins assumed the boy couldn't see them from where they were, and he couldn't till the sun hit the metal-like scales on the side of England's face causing him to notice. She had caught dragon pocks as a child and it left permanent results. They ducked down hoping he hadn't seen them till he started walking to the trees where Germany and England had been hiding. They ran off as fast as they could so the boy wouldn't see them.
Walking over to where he had sworn he had seen something, he was in pure disappointment to find nothing other than footprints. "Damn...." he said seeing that there was no finding who or what had been there. He walked back to the place he currently lived in. It wasn't much of well anything, but he called it home since it was the closest thing to one.
A simple top bunk in the corner of a room shared by many loved by none. No one enjoyed sleeping in the room, but most of them had nowhere else to go to. You only got a dorm if you had the money to pay rent for it, so many the people with rich parents or even parents at all stayed in fancy dorms while the rest of them got shoved into a large room. A large room where a skinny, crimson-haired boy laid calmly starring out a sliver of a window as the began to set listening to the music coming from the bottom bunk that no one ever used.
He hadn't realized the time by the time he had fallen asleep. He had missed dinner in the dining hall, but didn't mind, he always Found the room alone peaceful. Only when it was full of the people who he never got along with did it seem unusual for him to be there. He always put his stuff on the bottom bunk since no one wanted it, it was the coldest bunk in the entire room due to it being closest to the window.
He woke to someone yelling at him, Pete Collin was yelling at him to wake up so he could copy off of his work. Pete always wanted to copy off of Lawrence due to him being smarter than most of the other kids. He was always was a loner so he got great grades hoping it would help in the future. He always sat alone seemingly unwanted as the room.
Pete was popular and ' ' edgy ' ' alright he wasn't as edgy as a try hard edge lord, but you get the idea. He wore rock tee-shirts for bands he's never listened to or even heard of. He wore skinny jeans that were too small for him being slightly chubby. He chose not to study and turn in assignments for various classes, but rather hang with the academy's delinquents and be seen as cool to almost everyone who was anyone to the school.
Pete began to pull Lawrence off of his bed by his crimson hair and pulling him to the hardwood floor where his stuff had been scattered about. His body hitting the floor forcibly from on top of the top bunk hurt. "Get up...." Pete said "We have tests tomorrow and I need to know how the hell you did things" "What if I don't want to help you?" Lawrence said in response to Pete forcibly having him explain how to do math "Then I'll cut you again...." Pete said in a threat to Lawrence. Lawrence knew he would actually cut him and deeper than last time he tried to fight with Pete. Lawrence got up from of the floor and picked up his textbooks than fallowed Pete to his dorm.
They two spent the majority of the night going over what Pete needed help on. Lawrence found himself sleeping on the floor after Pete had fallen asleep on him and not being able to move from under him too scared to. Although Lawrence's wounds had healed from Pete cutting him, if he had cut any deeper he would have had to be brought to the hospital. Pete had always punished those who he wanted to be resented him in one way or another and had a tendency to wear you out until you barely were living if you disagreed with him.