~CROW'S POINT OF VIEW~1.
Have you ever felt like you weren't supposed to be here, like you don't have a purpose, like every time you do something that you feel you made a mistake? Welcome to my life. But I know for a fact that I have no purpose, and that I'm not supposed to be here right now, at this very moment. But where I live, well, they're stuck with me, till the day they kill me, but that's any time soon. Currently, I live in New Orleans, and I hope to be moving soon.
I've been trying to get out of Ben Franklin High School, but I always end up coming back. I swear, we've been learning the exact same thing for a hundred years. But that's just me. I'm not too interested into the French Revolution. I've learned it, but sometimes it gives me the chills- well, never mind. Long story.
Something keeps pulling me back to New Orleans. I need to know what. What makes me so eager to come back to Ben Franklin High? Or New Orleans? That is what keeps me awake at night; no that I need sleep or anything. It's like this gravitational pull, or something. It's really weird. And I keep looking at this one girl..
And if it makes matters worse, I'm reading Shakespeare's 'Romeo and Juliet' for the millionth time. You can only read "Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou, Romeo?" so many times. I fear Shakespeare didn't think over that we wouldn't be reading this 20 thousand times before he wrote it. And he probably didn't think that we'd be reading it for this long, or else he would've had a back-up plan. I sure would have.
I want to know if life, or destiny, had a reason to bring me to New Orleans. If it's 'true love' or something like that, than I've been waiting too long to tolerate it. I don't need love. Love is meant to present itself to you. Not that it has for me, the one who's waited the longest. I'm not expecting it. It would've already came.
Everyone says that you'll find love when your least expecting it.. Well, I haven't been expecting it, and it still hasn't come. I'm not anxiously awaiting it's arrival, unlike everyone else on earth. Although.. I am different.
Very different, indeed. Currently, I'm walking to school, at the speed of a regular person's run. And I slowly approach the school, and the first thing I see is two jocks beating on this scrawny freshman. Nothing new, but I decide to be the good guy in the situation. Any ways, sophomore jocks are no match for a senior.
"Please, stop, Dean!" I heard the freshman plead. Dean. I never did like that kid.
"Well, why'd ya do it?" Dean snickered. Do what?
"It was an accident, Dean! I swear I didn't mean to kick the back of your shoe!" freshman screamed.
"Yeah, what ever, kid. C'mon, Sam, let's hang this kid by his undies." Dean grunted, picking the freshman up by the shirt.
"Put him down, Dean," I growled.
"It's you!" Sam, a kid I stopped before, gasped.
"Oh, is this the 'superman'? Yeah, this emo kid looks scary, Sam." Dean laughed.
I started getting real mad. I'm not emo. Just because someone has flippy back hair doesn't make them emo. Trust me. "Look, Dean, put the kid down now, and no one gets hurt."
Sam looked frightened. "Look, Dean, we should go. Now."
"Ok, fine. You win this time, senior citizen, but next time you won't. Not if I have anything to do with it," Dean barked, than ran after Sam.
I watched them run away, then I turned to the freshman, and put my hand out, inviting him to take it. He grabbed my hand and flinched when he touched it.
"Dude, your hand is freezing!" he gaped.
"I know."
"Oh, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to insult you, I-"
"It's fine," I cut in.
He stood there, staring at me for a few seconds, and then he came back to reality and said, "Hey, thanks for saving me from Dean and Sam."
"Your welcome."
"I'm Luke, what's your name?" he asked, flipping his shaggy blonde hair out of his eyes.
"Crow," I said quietly. it's too early in the morning to be making friends.
"Cool name! Hey, dude, we gotta get to class, or else we'll be tardy."
I didn't have to worry about that. They think that when it rains it helps my 'skin condition'. Just my luck, it's raining. But I walked in with Luke, just to make sure no one tried killing him.
I looked through the halls, seeing other teenagers arguing and other dumb stuff. Cheer leaders fighting over Justin Bieber, and guys fighting over Megan Fox. What else is new? That's when it happened. I meet eyes with a blonde girl wearing red skinny jeans, a My Chemical Romance shirt, Converse shoes, and a zip up hoodie. And for the first time in hundreds of years (so it seems)- I felt as if my heart skipped a beat (if there was a beat to begin with).