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CHAPTER ONE
Of all the things painted and pasted on his locker that morning, the luridly scrawled "FAGGOT" was what Lious thought prettiest. It was a vibrant hot hot hot pink outline with a deep purple filling that made him think of plums. Damn, he thought, they're getting creative! If they keep this up i might have to frame these. He tried to think of the number of frames he would have to buy as he tore them down and chucked them, turning back to his now naked looking locker and finding it (GUESS WHAT!) glued shut!
"Well, fuck." he said lightly. Once agian he tugged at it, testing the strenght of the glue. it didn't give. he hooked his fingers in the slots under the lock and ripped it backwards, throwing all of his meager wieght and long body into it. The only reward he recieved for his fruitless efforts was throbbing fingers and a fall on the ass. The locker, he imagined, was taunting him.
"Well, screw you too!" he yelled at it, thinking that maybe someday it might finally start screaming back and he would know for a fact that he was batty. he stood, rubbing his sore buttocks, and looked up and down the halls. he was surounded by students, many of whom sneered at him. but no teachers. he stepped close to the evil burnt pumpkin-coloured door and reached for the cross around his neck. He made sure he was almost flush with the metal as he slid a finger into the lip at the bottom branch of it and tugged gently. the slim gleaming blade slipped out with very little resistance. he looked around once more as he wedged it into the glue-sealed crack, and began wriggling it up and down. He only needed the side and bottom unsealed, and then he could just tug the rest open.
shrkkk shrkk shrkkk! the grate of metal agianst metal blessed his ears as he slid the blade out and-
"MISTER MCRAVEN!" he jumped and slammed himself accidently into the lockers, stabbing the blade into his palm. The skin parted like water under the cool metal, sending tiny scarlet tornents gushing down his arm. He swore mentally, then turned to face the principle with a stone in his stomach. Principle Hilthler stood and stared at him indignantly, outrage turning his face lived as his wattles waddled. Absurdly, this reminds Lious of penguins, one of his favourite creatures.
And of course he giggles. Very, very, very bad idea. But the giggle is already out, even as he tries to snatch it back by slapping his hand over his mouth. And of course it's the bloody one. he tastes that mettalic-tangy mixture slithering down his tounge and, even though he likes the taste, pulls his hand away and wipes at his face with the other hand. AND of course the principle sends him to the nurse but tells him to go from there to his office after he gets his cut bandaged. Lious sighs, picks up his cat shaped purple and black back pack, and walks down to the room he spends most of the school day in.
Mr.Grinckles straightens in his chair when Lious walks in, giving him a warm smile. Mr. Grinckles is the schools nurse, a kind carmel haired man with deep grey eyes and a biuld like a tennis player. He is very cute and there was a period of time when Lious had a severly bad crush on him.
" 'Sup, kiddo?" he asks, raising a hand for a high five. Lious raised his hand, palm out, but doesn't slap it with Grinkles's. The blood is half tacky and a sticky brownish in the places where his lips smudged most of it off.
