I closed my front door, saying bye to my mom and walking down the front steps of my house towards my car. I got in and situated, and started to reverse out of my driveway and onto the street. I was doing it pretty quickly, and had to slam on my breaks, when a boy with green hair ran behind me.
"What the fuck. Are you okay?" I screamed out my window, just to be responded by him continuing to run not phased by me almost killing him. I start to reverse again, but am stopped by sirens roaring down the street. I sigh out of annoyance. I finally finish reversing out and drive to school.
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While I'm standing by my class, talking to my friends, waiting for the bell to ring, I notice the boy with green hair walk by and in my class.
"Uh hey the bells about to ring I'll see you guys later." I quickly scatter myself away from them and in the class to find a seat. The teacher is talking to him, and he looks like he's getting mad but I don't hear what they're saying. The bell rings and people start coming in and finding seats. He sits down, at eyes view of me, and through the whole class I can't help but stare at him and his colored hair. When the bell rings, I run to him and begin to talk while we walk out of the room.
"Hey.. I um I just wanted to know if you were okay?"
"What do you mean?" He doesn't look at me, keeps his head straight and his eyes ahead of him.
"Well you ran past me this morning and I almost hit you."
he looks at me, his eyebrows knitted together.
"I don't recall this.."
"Well do you recall being chased by the cops this morning?"
he nods,
"Yea.."
"Well obviously your fine-"
"Wow you could have killed me. Thank you."
I look at him, more confused than ever.
"Why are you thanking me?"
"Because you didn't kill me."
I take a deep breath.
"Ok.. Well you're welcome?"
he smiles, a big cheeky smile.
"So.. Can I ask why you were being chased by the cops?"
"No. Maybe one day you'll see why. It's usually a different reason anyway. Later." He says and walks away, losing himself through all the kids in the hallway. "What?" I breath out and run my hand through my hair, standing in the middle of the hall.
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"Hey guys.." I say, sitting down at my lunch table. "Do you guys know anything about Michael?"
"Which Michael?" Calum asks, leaning closer from the opposite end of the table, chewing his food.
"Clifford."
"Green hair?"
"Yea."
Lilly looks at me, looks at Calum, takes a bite of her sandwich and speaks.
"He's a criminal."
"A criminal?" I say with a blanck expression. I don't believe her.
"Yea!" Calum chimes in. "He has like the highest number of police records for a teen"
"What for?" I look at him, he's standing in the middle of the room, talking to some blonde kid.
"I heard he's a drug addict."
