School is hell for me. The two popular boys bully me endlessly, Kian and JC. I don't understand why. I've done nothing wrong to them, I don't converse with them or socialise so why do they bully me?
These were my thoughts every night before a new day in hell... I mean school.
"Ah the school walking dumpster" JC shouted down the hall, causing everyone to burst out laughing.
I rolled my eyes and continued to head to my locker. It was slammed straight into my face "Aww is our little dumpster cat in a mood?"
"Leave me alone JC " I protested.
The bell clanged through the hall and I went to the library. I buried my head into my book: Paradise Lost by John Milton. I loved older texts, they had real meaning especially since I could then do some research after to truly understand what their life was like and what inspired them. I hope to be like that one day. With everything that goes on I go home and write a poem. Sometimes two. I'm not paying attention to my surrounds until a finger appears over my book bringing it down so I could see the person in front of me. Kian
"What you want?" I snapped drawing my gaze back to the book.
"Sorry"
My gaze drifted to Leo who sat with his arms crossed, resting on his knees. It was the first time I took in his features, the dyed blue/green hair, his brown eyes and the smirk. I'd melt but I hate him. I'm supposed to but I don't. There's something about him.
"I said I'm sorry. " his hand moved through his hair. "About JC's behaviour and mine..."
I shrug. All I wanted is to read my book. My bag pack was open where my notebook containing my poems poked out. His hand slipped in and took it out. I immediately went to snatch the book "calm down kitten" as he opened the pages and began to read my poems - my thoughts , my feelings.
"These are good" Kian suddenly blurted out "these are actually just... wow. Like is this actually how you feel?"
I just nod. Paying attention to both him and my book. "I'm very sorry about everything. I'll have a word with JC"
"Thank you" I smiled at him and properly looked at him. I saw him writing in my book. As I went to grab it back he closed it, replaced it back in my bag and left. I grabbed the book and read what he wrote:
I know what I done was wrong
Although I was only half of the cause
I can't say I'm sorry enough.
I'm pleading
I'm begging
Please forgive me for doing wrong.
It's just hard to be me
Especially around you
So how about it be me and you
As two
A pair ?
Whatcha say?
I'll never do you wrong again
That I promise
Call me - 076895439087
