Clear

PRICK.

"Clear."......

I hear my name for a split second, then silence consumes my name, leaving me.

"Clear!"

Shooting up from my desk, I grip tightly on my counter to prevent my chair from backing up any further. Roughly Running my fists to my eyes I glare at the teacher who yelled out my name. Great. Fucking great. I see no reason for him to wake me up when I'm already passing his class.

Looking around the class I'm surrounded by giggling eyes and I groan loudly, looking towards the window next to me. I swear the kids here have no.... I stop my thoughts to the subtle drops of rain that tap on the window and I stare at the drop as it slowly leaves a long, thin trail of itself down the glass.

Smirking, I gently tap on the glass and the drop of water falls onto the bottom, disappearing as its followed by its friends who had previously fallen. I manage to mute the teach, his voice isn't the smoothest to be honest, and I stare at the rain as it slowly accelerates in speed, dropping from fog that consumed the sky.

Lost in my own thoughts, I'm oblivious of the ringing bell until the teach taps my shoulder. Looking up at him to his hand on my shoulder, I push his hand away as I stand up, grabbing my cardigan and bag, bringing the bag onto my back as I walk out, more like jog, out of the class.

The rest of the classes were the exact same fucking thing. I however managed to stay awake for most of them, well... For the most part. Shoving past kids in the crowded hallway I turn to instead take the stairs, sliding down the rails, all the way down to the 1rst floor.

Jumping off, I laugh at myself when I almost hit myself with the door in front of me and I walk out of the school, taking a big breath of the air around me. I love, more like adore the smell of wet trees. Do you know that smell? Wet bark? Mud? It has a smell I'm not crazy. Taking a cigarette out of my back pocket i take a match and scrape it against my jeans a few times before a spark finally inflames, and I light my cig while it's on my lips. Rain and cigs are the best for me, I always take the best pictures when it's like this.

Cold rain soaks my beanie along with everything I have on, and I have to cover my cig just so it won't light out. Walking away from the school, I look at the tiles on the floor, with its little puddles and I naturally kick them, wetting my beat up converse even more. I don't know why I made the dumb ass choice to kick water, since my sneaks had numerous amounts of holes, but I did it anyway..

Remaining silent, i try to make a beat out of my footsteps . I look up slowly to see tons of couples everywhere, just walking past me. It's like their happiness is what is killing me, I look behind the couples and I admire the their auras. How unique they are, but not one of them is black... Or grey..

Red and orange fogs spew out from the couples, as the fog dissolves into the cold air. Pathetic. I look away as I walk faster, away from the gushy couples. I've always been open to options when it comes to dating, it's just that... People don't come to me. They probably think I'm a dick head anyways.

I'm actually not.

Inhaling a big puff of smoke I sigh as I practically talk to myself.

"You know why people don't come to you?"

Hmm?

"Your a prick. Your fucking nasty to everyone and everything"

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"You don't talk to people"

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"You don't even try to make friends"

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"You make yourself unknown, like you don't even exist"

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Gripping my beanie I pull it off my head, sticking it in my pocket in fury. If only they knew what I've been through. I FUCKING HIDE CAUSE PEOPLE WOULDNT UNDERSTAND SHIT!

Kicking the wall next to me I groan, crushing the cig bud in my hand as I toss it on the floor.

What I had to fucking go through by myself. I don't trust a god damn soul cause they are all dickheads, caring for themselves. Looking away I groan as I begin to walk again, shaking off all the bullshit in the past. Past is past. Nobody needs to know shit.

It's not like they want to anyway.