Behind The Silence

First Greetings

I sat on the green bank of the schools grounds, it was our last day, and was I relived. Alex strode up to me and sat by me on the dry bank. Why was here? He was one of the popular kids, they never came next to me except in gangs. I looked around him and spotted his gang off in the distance. I knew it. They were probably going to jump me on my way back in. I was pretty sure I was pulling a face of disgust and hatred, mixed with confusion at Alex before he turned to me and smiled. His tanned, toned face looked angelic in the summers sun. His black hair fell perfectly on his head, and landed in the exact places it was supposed to. He looked so-

"So, wanna come mine after today?" He asked, half muttering. His silky yet hushed voice interrupted my thoughts. Did I hear correctly?! Why would he want me around his?! Oh, oh.... Probably just to beat me up, attack me out of reach from human eyes, or just to get me to do his home work for the holidays. Great, I can see just where this holiday is going to go.

I raised an eyebrow to question him, I mean it's not like an every day thing that the person who bullies you invites you around to their house, now is it?

He let out a frustrated sigh and frowned. " Don't get any ideas, I just need you to draw some things for my school project. I need to write up a few things and as I can't draw, I need someone else to do it for me. So, who better to ask than the most gifted artist in the school?" With that I gave him another questionable look. He let out a frustrated sigh, louder this time, telling me his patience was wearing thin.

"I-I-I-I I um... " I stuttered and looked down, I was scared to say anything, so I just nodded. I mean I never had done in the past, so why spoil my reputation of being silent when I can just nod? He quickly stood up and brushed himself off from the grass. "Thanks!" He said to me in an extremely excited voice. As he jumped up I flinched back afraid that he would hit me, even though he looked genuinely pleased. Seeing me flinch his face changed to portray something else, no, not hate, what was it? I'm quite not sure, but it made him look Innocent... Soon after I had noticed, his face changed again, as he caught himself in the act. Anger, hatred, and disgust filled his eyes, with something else, that I couldn't quite put my thinger on. He sprinted of leaving a very confused Hale behind.

What was he doing? Surely he could of asked someone else to so it, I mean he could of asked some fan girl of his to do it, couldn't he? One of them, Isabella, was in my art class and she could draw, trust me. I mean, he could of at least picked some one who could draw, I mean could not draw, and I knew it. So was this just another scheme to beat me to a pulp? If so, then why was he so happy when I accepted the invitation? This whole thing just confused the living hell out of me.

I felt a hand shake me gently, and a soft voice called my name. "Hale, Hale, come on now. The bell has gone off, and you're in my lesson next." Mr Andrews! He was the only one who listend to me, he knew about the whole Alex and his gang thing, except for the fact that I like him! I know, I'm that pathetic victim that has fallen for their abuser, brilliant, aren't I? Anyway, Mr Andrews has always been ther for me, he is basically the only friend that I have. Sad, isn't it? I felt his hand wrap around my wrist and drag me up. Dazed, I didn't notice that I had left behind my bag and belongings until Mr Andrews shoved me ahead."Go on, get to lesson, I just need to go get your things, okay? Now run, or you're going to be late!" Ans with that he turned and walked back off to the bank. It clicked to me that he was being more friend-like rather than teacher-like lately, I'm not too sure on how to react to it to be honest.

I sprinted back into the school as I was the furthest away from the school, and then it clicked, I'm not late, just as long as I come in before the teacher. I strolled my way into the class room, catching all eyes. That's the last thing in the world that I wanted. I silently made my way to my seat trying to bring as little attention that I could, not that it would help now. I sat in the very back row, all the way to the right. In the corner was my favorite place to be, I was always in every lesson there. No one disrupted me or even bothered to talk to me, not even the teachers. They all thought that I sat there so that I didn't have to work or get joined in, but it's just so that I don't get things thrown at me. I felt something hit me from my left, interrupting me. Well, so much for not getting things thrown at me...  It looked as if it contained a message, thus I opened it.