Through New Eyes

Candy Mouth

"Sylvia; you haven't left your room in days... Everyone is worried about you..." My friend Angela says slowly, trying to coax me into going back to school. I haven't been going due to bullies and all. But she begs too much.
     "Okay, okay! I'll go to school, you asshole." I yell through the door and go to get dressed. I pick out a red Corset, Black shorts, and Goth boots before doing my hair and makeup.
      I walk out with no jacket and grab my messenger bag from the rack it was on. Angela walks out and sighs. "Your tattoos and legs are going to be showing all day, Sylvia. People are gonna bother you more than they usually do." She says with a sassy smirk. "And? I have a full sleeve, A rose on my outer thigh, a tattoo on my chest, and like six visible piercings. It's hot as fuck and the school has no air conditioning. At all. So tell me again why I should wear a hoodie and jeans." I say angrily and walk to the car. "I was only saying damn!" She says before we drive off to go to class.
-Skip Car Ride-
We walk inside together and go to our lockers. Everyone stares and whispers when anyone in our friend group walks in. Hell, we get our asses kicked almost every day. But everyone especially hates me. Back in Eighth Grade, I was like them. I listened to Katy Perry and wore pink every day. I was dating a guy on the football team, for gods sake. But I changed after I was raped that summer. I gave up on it and decided to do and say what I wanted.
"Hey, Syl!" I hear behind me as Ricky walks up and hugs me from behind. He was a short, innocent looking teen with long hair, a lip piercing, and fair skin. "Hey Rick! What's up?" "We have a new student. He's one of us." He says with a wink. The intercom goes off, calling me to the office. "Sylvia Jones to the principal's office. Sylvia Jones to the principal's office." It says as Ricky sighs. "See you in first, Syl." He says and runs off.
When I walk in, I realize why I was called in. The new student was in the class with me, and he seemed really nervous too. He had black hair in a mohawk, honey colored eyes, a fuck ton of tattoos, a labret, and snake bites. He was tall and thin with perfect makeup.
     "Ms. Jones, this is Christopher Curelli. Or Chris. He has every class with you ironically. Show him around and keep the other students from hurting him. I know how they act with you and your friends. If you have to fight back then do it. I'll give you less of a punishment beings I know you didn't start it. Now go on. Say hello." He says, making Chris cringe a bit. "Hey. I'm Sylvia. Everyone I'm friends with calls me Syl though. It's nice to meet you Chris." I say and shake his hand. "You too, Sylvia." He says and sees my sleeve. "Nice tattoos." He says, in which I nod in response. "You too." I say as we both walk out so I can show him to first period.
We walk in and both sit in the back. He's staying close to me, knowing if he doesn't someone might start in on him. "You don't mind me sitting beside you, right Sylvia?" He asks slowly. "Not at all. It's nice to have someone sitting with me. My friends got moved away from me. We make noise a lot." I say with a smile before my head gets slammed into the table and I growl. "Hey, Bitch. Get a new fucktoy? Seems like you do." Jocelyn, my ex friend and bully, says with a laugh and grips my hair.
  "No, Princess Pink. But I do believe I heard from Catherine that you had a foursome with Justin, Adam, and Sam. They said you were lousy. At least my legs are closed." I say sarcastically before I feel myself hit the floor. I feel her kicking my ribs and face. Trying to get up is pointless. So I stay down when I suddenly hear Chris, Ricky, and Angela yell.
      "Bitch get off of her!" "Leave Syl alone!" "Angela you bitch!!" Is what I hear before it stops and I grab my things, walking out with tears streaming down my face.
      "Sylvia, wait!" I hear Angela call after me.