Cold Eyes (Completed)

Part 2

*Earlier that day*

Danielle  

I woke up to the screeching of my alarm clock, I rolled over and shut it off. Uhhg I don't wanna I thought to myself, it was time for school and I HATED school, first off I wanted to be an artist so I saw no point in school, second I had no friends why does anything  even matter   I thought as I got up to get ready. I shoved my books in my book bag, and changed into something appropriate for the weather, and went down the lift in the flat that my mum and I had lived in since dad left with my little brother James. Then someone got in the lift, someone from my school, fuck   I thought to myself as they walked in with a smug look on there face, I decided to try and stay quiet thinking maybe if I tried hard enough I would disappear, obviously it didn't work.

"What's your problem?" The boy said to me in a nasty tone, I didn't respond.

"Oh right I forgot, you don't talk to anyone because your to scared you'll get beat." He said making a remark about how I use to talk to people before someone punched me, for no reason.

"Did you really think that help your case?" He said smirking before slapping me in the face. I wanted to cry but I didn't I just covered the red mark with my shaking hand and stayed quiet. What did I ever do to you, I thought to myself as I got off the lift and headed out of the flat. 

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         I got to school before most people seeing I liked to leave early, I sat underneath an old willow tree by the school and took out my sketch book and started to draw I drew a picture of a beautiful girl with jet black hair cut into a bob, she had beautiful blue eyes and lighter eyebrows, I made her very pale seeing I didn't have a skin tone colour of pencil crayon. 

I was so zoned into the drawing that I hadn't noticed the people beginning to head into the school. I got up putting my sketch book back into my book bag where it was safe, I dusted myself off and started to go inside but before I could I ran into my bully, his  name was Alfie and he never gave me a brake ever since I had moved here. 

"Ah there's the loser I've been looking for." He said before grabbing me by the collar 

"What did I tell you about looking at me" he said giving me a evil smile, I looked away so that he wouldn't hurt me anymore. 

"God you're pathetic, why don't you just kill yourself already? Not like anyone would miss you" He said before throwing me to the ground. He was right I wouldn't be missed, I have no friends, my dad thinks I'm a mistake, my brother doesn't even know I exist, and my mum doesn't notice me she's to busy working or sleeping around with guys. There was no one who cared for me.  I don't even know why I bother  I said to myself as I got up and walked into the school, as soon as I walked in everyone looked at me with there judgy glares whispering even though I could hear what they were saying 

"Dyke!" someone yelled at me. If you asked me a year ago I wouldn't have known what that word even meant, I did now, it was a  word to describe a lesbian girl I looked it up once.

 Dyke

A word used to refer to Lesbians. Originally meant to be a slur , it has been "reclaimed" by many Lesbians who might use it to identify themselves of other Lesbians. It is considered rude to use the word unless you self-identify as one.

I was called it a lot and I wouldn't be insulted if people didn't use it to hurt me, I liked girls yeah but I also liked guys, I never really cared about gender as long as the person had a good personality I didn't care. I walked into my class and sat at the very back of the class by the window, I looked out of the window and watched the people talk to there friends or significant others, I wanted that, it's all I ever I asked for was a friend, suddenly as if on cue I heard a voice .

" Hey can I sit here?" The voice said I looked over and went to shake my head but when I saw them I noticed that they looked exactly like my drawing, I nodded thinking about who they could be. I started to draw in my sketch book a picture of how I wanted to pass on, I knew the girl was watching, and I was kind of hoping that she would say something, but they didn't instead Alfie walked in and started throwing insults at me, I tried to ignore him but then something crazy happened and the girl stood up for me. 

"Y-you didn't have to do that." I said trying not to stutter. she replied with a sweet comment about me not deserving it, I told her I did, and then silence fell for a bit, I thought maybe she'd leave it at that but she didn't, instead she gave me her number. I was so shocked that this happened that I drew what had just happened to make sure I didn't forget, and again I could feel her  watching. 

Phyla 

I tried to keep my eyes on the board and pay attention to class but I kept on looking at Danielle's paper, I found it so interesting that she put her notes into drawings, she was such a good drawer that I couldn't help but watch, which was difficult at times seeing she was left handed, witch I also found interesting.

"Phyla what do you think?"  the teacher suddenly asked me knowing I hadn't been paying attention. 

"Umm could you repeat the question?" I asked awkwardly. 

"Maybe you should pay attention and you'd know" she said strictly, I felt my face heat up as she asked someone with her hand up. She should have done that in the first place I thought to myself. 

an// oh boy this was longer then I thought it be,  vote if you want more, I'll try to update every week if I see people enjoy, intel next week bye.