Kris
It must be some kind of magic.
I draw with silver, but it comes out red.
I close my eyes shut for who knows how long, and wait. The warning bell for third period rings. I grab some toilet paper to clean myself up, and flush the blood filled toilet. I stand up, wipe the dirt off of my knees, and walk out of the bathroom stall. The first thing I see in the mirror is me. I honestly look broken. Smudged makeup all over my face, red eyes, ripped uniform, messy hair, and scarred wrists. I rummage through my backpack for my bracelets, and put them on.
Principal Atterberry's voice booms through the PA system. "Good afternoon Crosswell High! That was the warning bell! You have 5 minutes to get to class! Have a great Tuesday!"
"Yeah, well fuck you too Mrs.Atterberry!" I yell, even though she can't hear me. I roll my eyes, and walk out of the bathroom, stomping like a 5 year old. I make my way to my locker, dodging everyone in the hallway, because I'm not a people person.
As I'm walking, someone texts me.
Dad.
I want you to come home right after school. If you were planning on spending the day with your friends, tell them that you have to reschedule.
It's hard to make up excuses for these kind of texts, because my dad knows that I don't have friends.
alrig-
Someone bumps into me before I can finish the text, causing me to drop all of my stuff. Before I look to see who it is, I dive for my bag before the person can grab it themselves. Then, I look up.
"S-sorry, um. H-hi, I'm Luke." The tall blonde stutters.
"Well, Luke. Do you mind helping me up? You kind of knocked me over." I awkwardly smile.
"Oh." Is all he says. Now he's just staring at me like I'm nothing.
Oh, wait. I am.
I roll my eyes. "Hey, blondie! Help me up before we start traffic! I need to get to class!" I yell.
He shakes his head, and helps me up. I don't know why I couldn't have got up myself. I guess something inside me wanted him to help me.
"Thanks." I say quietly. He probably didn't even hear me.
"Mhm." He mumbles, then walks off like nothing happened.
I sigh, and continue walking to my locker, watching the people around me; the cliques. (I know, it's so cliche.) We have the jocks and cheerleaders, the nerds, musicians, stoners, the sex addicts, emos, the wannabe thugs, the drama queens, the 'frat boys', and the weird people who are still trying to figure out where they belong.
Then there's me. When I say 'me', I mean the depressed, sad, and tired looking teen. There's no one else like me...I think. You'd be amazed by what long sleeves and smiles can hide.
When I get to my locker, I twist the knob on my lock until it reaches the right number. "15-25-30..." I whisper to myself. It didn't work. Great, first I get tripped in the hallway, and now I can't get my lock unlocked. I concentrate on the knob, making sure it stops at the right number. "15-25-30." I say through clenched teeth. I pull down the lock...and did it unlock? Of course not! "Come on!" I yell. People are staring now. "Mind your own damn business fuck tards."
Alright, last try before I just ditch class. "15." The knob stops.
"25." Once more.
"3-"
"Don't bite too hard. You'll make your bottom lip bleed." A deep voice says. I turn my head, and Luke is standing beside me, smirking. I didn't even realize that I was biting my lip.
"What do you want Lucas?" I say, raising my eyebrows.
He groans. "Fuck you! My name isn't Lucas!"
"Alright, Lucas." I say.
"Alright, Krystal." He smirks at me like it's funny.
"T-that's not my name." I look down at my shoes.
He scoffs. "Lucas isn't my name either! So why don't you shut your mouth!"
"Jesus, Luke. Okay. I need to get to class now, bye." I turn around, not bothering to open my locker again. No one's in the halls. I guess the 5 minutes are over. I hear footsteps behind me.
"Hey!" Luke says, running until he's by my side. "What do you want me to call you?"
"Kris. Kris is fine. I told you, I'm already late. I need to go," I continue walking, but he grabs my arm.
"Yeah, okay, well I'm in your science class so we're walking together." He walks ahead of me, still holding my arm. I never knew he was in my science class.
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