Roses are Red and Blood is too

Roses are Red and Blood is too

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Mon, Aug 4, 2014
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Taking a deep breath as I walk into the school , I was told my 1st period class was room 101 my teachers name was Mr.daes. searching for room 101 ,I see a emo looking boy leaning against a wall. "You need help newbie?" I didnt answer "Are you deaf? I hate repeating myself!" snapping out of it I answered "No doesnt look like you want to help me anyways and aren't you suppose to be in class also?" rolling my eyes at him he moves away from the wall , and went up to me "Look I never did like talking to people, so shutup and let me damn help you " and he grabs my hand leaving me following him "HEY LET GO I-..." he opens a door and walks in with him still gripping my hand "Room 101" leaving me speechless he goes to his desk , and hearing a male voice I assume is Mr.daes "You must be Violet your seat is right next to Austin, Nice to meet you by the way" he points to a desk that was empty, and the person that was told to be Austin was the Emo jerk who helped me. GREAT!
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Today is my first day of a new school , I'm so happy that I didn't think anything could go wrong......but it did because life's a bitch . I was walking the hallways with my stuff that I got from the guidance office and I bump into a wall....no, not a wall....a living, breathing human . "Watch where you're going." He angrily muttered . I knew that voice anywhere. I looked up and saw him there, he stood tall in black jeans and a white t-shirt, staring at the ceiling . "Well, well, well, hello asshole." I said, glaring up at him. His eyes widened. "What the fuck are you doing here?!" He asked me. "Apparently bumping into you." I said. "I hate you!" He said. "So do I, but you know what they say... actions speak louder than words." I said punching him square in the face. He fell down holding his jaw. "I hope it hurt." I said. Then I casually walked away like nothing ever happened, hiding my bruised hand in my jacket pocket. [COMPLETED]

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