Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Riiiiiiiiinnng. A lousy breathe clouded over my pale lips as I exhaled deep relief for the lunch bell; not in the fact that I'd be eating, but more in the fact I could reconsider my misleading thoughts about my success for finishing that chorus.
I ran my fingers through my disheveled raven locks, ivory teeth sunk into my bottom lip.
My lack of immediate response to the bell must have caught a few people's attention, as I sat in my seat, an unsure expression plastered my regular bored look, the teacher and a couple others blankly stared at my unmoving person.
Once I came to the realization of their gazing at me in bewilderment, the three students scrambled off into the hall, leaving a scarlet blush scribbled across my cheeks at my awkward 'staring into space' look.
Before my teacher had any word in edge-wise, I had already clumsily stumbled into the scarily busy hallway; fear for being knocked over for my unusually lack of existence since I wasn't that tall yet.
To my dismay, students elbowed and squished their way through, sparing a moment, and it was left completely vacant; me shaking as I was roughed up a bit while those 'humans' went for lunch.
I wasn't interested anyway, and instead I skipped down the stairs and sauntered into the school-yard where a grass field lay at the tips of my toes.
Arriving at a rather large oak, at the far corner of the field, I dropped myself at it's base and began sketching.
If it wasn't for the unvarying click of my pen every ten second or so, I might have heard someone approaching me. But my mind was emerged deep into pen-clicking and drawing, therefore my ears refused to coherently understand that graceful shift of grass under one's feet.
It was already too late as I had been jerked up by my hair, face mere inches away from Reece himself.
Teeth clattered shut at the newfound strain, my right hand clenching in and out of a fist.
My breathing was unsteady and I had already begun to feel dizzy at this point.
My vision blurred just as he launched my head back, crashing into the crusty bark as my fingers curled around the emerald grass blades in frustration.
"Don't try and avoid us, you faggot." Those words no longer held meaning to me, as I had long discarded my pride and even my place as a human being; and my lame reply, a dry harsh laugh, must have pissed him off because his next action clearly showed it.
Dragging his fist back, it reached forward with immense speed and landed directly at my jaw; a shallow swallow in reply.
His buddies and him walked off, not wanting to start a riot amongst the students, not like they would be against it though, so I guess it didn't matter.
I lifted my hand to my face, cool fingers caressing my cheek, loosening the knot that was beginning to form. As I said before, it was going to be a long day.
A/N: SNAC. IS. HERE. WITH. MORE. YAY~! *no one gets excited* oh....okay. Well, um, anyways, here's Chapter 7, and there will hopefully be Chapter 8 up even in the next couple hours~
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Sleepless Nights and Choruses
FanfictionPhil Lester in an insomniac, but also suffering with depression and anxiety. His extremely introverted behaviour causes him to stay indoors most of the time, excluding going to school. He's got his head in the clouds, and can't come down. Star ga...
