Twisting wriggling smoke, twisting with dry desire. Dancing in flames that provoke with bright neon embers. He flicks the cigarette ashes onto the concrete sidewalk behind the school. The red stains but begin to quickly die out. The pale paper resting between his pointer finger and middle. Hitting contrast against his deep honey brown skin. The shots of white that appeared on his wrists. Vitiligo surrounding his fingers and the tops of his hands. Stretching all the way up to his arms, neck and face.
The door to the side entrance opened. Revealing a soft-haired boy walking through the metal latched-door. Muttered and bothered words fell from his mouth while he pushed the door open with his foot. His caramel brown eye gleaming along with the opposite maroon. Arms reaching around a big brown box full of trash. Big Sloppy letters were written on the box but soon were covered by Kona's pale arm covered in bandages. His eyes scanned immediately at the boy standing behind the school with a cigarette in his hand. "Hi, Ruri!" He had chirped in a Humble tone. Ruri only nodded his head quietly, his soft pink eyes trailing Kona. Who reached up and threw the box into the heavy green dumpster. Clattered sounds of paper and plastic echoed in the empty metal cage. "How have you been? I haven't seen you in the school in a while."
Ruri only shrugged. "Its... decent. I honestly just fucking hate this school. " He soon took a quick drag of his cigarette before tossing it on the concrete. He stepped on it and twisted it under his sneaker, crushing it into ash and paper.
"Well..." Kona sighed thinking while adjusting his feet. "The festival is over... So, soon were having the State testing."
"This school actually has that?" Ruri scoffed and crossed his arms with a shallow sneer. "This school seems to surprise me more and more."
"Well, yes, they have it at every school. It only comes around when were 16 and up though. So, if we pass-" Kona smiled brightly and large sparkles shined in his eyes. "If we pass then we can become Zenzaku guards! "
The dark black-haired boy only sneered more at the thought. Sarcasm was the only thing to come out of his mouth. "Yeah, fun. Not like those schools Are hard. Nope, not at all. Super fun, super easy. Plus, those kids are rich and nicely dressed Kona."
Kona soon frowned his eyebrows, and a sour scowl crossed his face. "Were nice too you know-"
"No, we're not Kona, no offense but, we're ghetto. Face it, it doesn't matter if we get into that school or not. They don't want people like us. The other students will look at us and wonder what side of town we came from then they'll know." Ruri's thick black eyebrows frowned and his posture grew upset. Body straight as a wooden plank standing up against the brick wall. His feet shoulder length apart and an upset expression washed. He scowled and frowned. Swiping a hand in the air. "They'll think that were wrong, Kona."
Kona began to do the same. "No, they won't, Ruri. You at least need some faith in the thought of this school!"
"Why?! They're not going to do anything but laugh. Take Sakura for an example. I love her to death, but they'll do nothing but be mean to her because of her birthmark! Plus, the fact that a lot of the Zenzaku students are assholes! They could do who knows what to her because of the fact she's a woman! And that's the fucked-up part! There is nothing wrong with her in any way shape or form, but they will make it seem like every inch of her is wrong! Take your friend Pidge as an example too! I've met him, I know how shy and anxious that kid is, and they won't take that lightly! The same goes for me and you! My skin color and my vitiligo, your shortness and your strength. We will be nothing but wrong for them! " Ruri began to explode at that point. Yelling and stomping his feet. "We're ghetto! My family, yours! Pidge is a fucking Onsu for crying out loud! We're nothing but wrong in their eyes!! What more should I say! They're no hope here and there's no hope anywhere in this godforsaken realm!!" Ruri soon began to calm down. Heavy breath shaking and his arms forming tight fists at his waist. Only when he began to yell the obvious accent in his voice sprang. Colliding with the brick walls.
