Bloodshed

Normal With A Twist

Mikah lifted his head, casually flicking a lock of golden hair away from his eyes.

He took the pause in conversation as a chance to take a bite out of his hastily made ham sandwich.

The continuous mumbling of other students in the background provided just the perfect amount of white noise for Mikah to slip into a trance.

Gulping a bite of poorly constructed sandwich, he absently stared at the tables around him.

Mikah had an annoying habit of splitting people into various stereotypes,  categorising anyone and everyone based on their looks, taste and general demeanour.

The table directly in his line of sight was surrounded by Jocks - guys with a generally low intelligence and insanely slicked back hair who had a fixed goal; get girls.

Mingled with them and on the table opposite were a group of girls Mikah had named the 'Barbies' or occasionally 'Bitches' if he was feeling particularly nasty. Nobody actually knew what they really looked like behind the inch-thick concealer and drawn on eyebrows. Some of them donned so much mascara that they bore a striking resemblance to owls, yet somehow more demented. The Barbies' sole aim was to attract Jocks, and they weren't good for much else.

To one side of the cafeteria there were the Nerds.They were basically what it said on the tin. They weren't bad people, but many an unsuspecting child had been shunned for not studying hard enough in their presence.

To the other side, there were the geeks. Those guys were easy to get along with provided you had a reasonable intellectual ability.

In his peripheral vision, Mikah took note of the Skaters. They were pretty cool with Mikah and his group, but otherwise kept to themselves and didn't really talk.

On a table near them sat a sweet goth girl named Lianna. She was and always had been a great friend to Mikah, but never found the courage to sit with other people.

Mikah swallowed the food with a cringe and glanced at his friends. People called them the 'Emo's' or more commonly 'Creeps'. What they actually were was normal. Well, normal with a twist.

A pale hand waved in front of his eyes, breaking the daydream. The drone of voices that he hadn't even noticed missing reappeared, and he focused again.

"Did you even hear any of that?" questioned Damon, the nearest to him on the table.

Evidently, Mikah had been so entranced in his judgment that he had missed a whole new conversation. "Uhh..."

"I'll take that as a no, then" interjected Sinder, pushing her raven hair away from her face.

"We were talking about the art project, you know, the freestyle choice?"

Mikah smiled "Im not that dozey, I remember what we're doing. I have no idea what to make though," He frowned slightly "I haven't even made a start."

Taylor grinned "That's the issue. None of us have!" Taylor was 2 years younger than the others, but his intelligence made up for his age. His signiature thick rimmed glasses rested ridiculously on the bridge of his nose.

Liam raised his head from the passive slouch he rested in. " I was thinking mabye a sculpture of some sort, but to be honest, I'm not that sure I can be bothered."

Sinder threw him a glare. "You know,  if you get your head out of your Xbox for once and do some work, you might not be so lethargic all the time."

Liam grunted and leaned back down so that his bush of black hair fell back into his eyes. "At least I have an idea."

Liam was Sinder's brother. As expected, they fought constantly.

Damon raised to his feet. He was a striking figure. The 16 year old was pretty tall, extremely pale and dangerously thin after a recent battle with bulimia. His black beanie tilted slightly to the side of his head, covering half his hair but allowing his blue highlighted fringe to hang down over his eyes.

"Ready to face The Walk?" he smirked, flicking the fringe to the side.

'The Walk' was the name Mikah and his group had given the journey between their table and the cafeteria exit. It was actually that bad.

Getting to his feet, he made a quick scan of the hall. Busy, clustered, hostiles everywhere. The usual.

Once everyone was ready, they made their way down the hall. From a glance behind him Mikah saw Liam wincing at the insults flying in their direction from Bitches and Jocks. The tall gamer had his jaw clenched tight and his eyes focused in front of him. He plainly hadn't taken his meds today.

Mikah looked after Liam as if he was a brother. Ever since he had admitted to not having a place for him and his twin to live, Mikah had tried to support him however he possibly could. Only he really knew what Liam woke up to face every day.

Sighing, Mikah dodged a trip from a Jock with way too much gel in his hair. The girl sat on his lap giggled like some kind of rabid hyena. Mikah needed to stop with the stereotypes,  but he figured that these types of people didn't even deserve privelages such as to be judged independently.

Sinder, after tossing her litter away, leant on the green door and held it open for everyone to walk through. Awkwardly,  she waited while everyone followed, sharing nervous glances with her brother.

Once they were all through, she leant back on the door and breathed a sigh of relief. This was going to be a long, long day.