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Roxy
I looked around, the plain white walls that had been smeared with food, blood from people getting beat up, just the general muck.
I looked around the hall with my tray in hand, looking for my friends.
I saw them, sitting in the usual table, and I made my way over to the table. There was six of us. Always had been.
There is me, Roxy, I am fifteen, but soon to be legal. I have brown hair with a bright blue panel of colour through it. I have grey eyes, and to be honest, I am really short, well, compared to Pete and Mo, I am tiny. I have a very fond relationship with Kyle, and Peyton, but mostly Kyle. Kyle and I always flirted, and some people actually thought we were dating, like when he would always hold me close and kiss my nose, or when he constantly had his arm around my shoulder. Not that I minded, it made me feel protected.
Then there is Pete, who is seventeen, his real name is Peter Reilly, but it's Pete to everyone, a lot easier. He is tall, with scatty brown eyes, and longish curly brown hair, but no-where near the length of Kyle's. Pete is always glued to Mo, and occasionally Keiron, when he is not with Peyton because Peyton was with Kyle and I. Pete has a girlfriend, her name is Stephanie, but everyone calls her Steph, she is also seventeen. She is ok, but not really part of our group. Mainly on the part that the only reason Kyle and Mo liked her was that she was good looking, or in their words 'fit', Keiron didn't like her all that much, but she was 'bearable' and me and Peyton? I don't know why, but we hated her. I just didn't want to see her hurting Pete like she had done with all of her other boyfriends, yeah, we did a back ground research.
Then there is Peyton, she is quirky, and certainly my best friend who is a girl, I know how wrong it is when people write girlfriend. Her hair is black with five different colourful panels through it, these were, light blue like mine, red, green, yellow and pink. She is taller than me, but not by much, and she can work wonders with her grey eyes, a thing she had in common with me from birth apparently. Peyton is constantly glued to Keiron, but he is just as fond of her, but not in that freaky way that guys can be, more in a brotherly way.
Keiron on the other hand is tallish, I mean, he is smaller than Mo, but taller than Peyton. In the height list Pete is the tallest, then Mo, Keiron, Peyton, Kyle and I happen to be the short arse. Keiron has dark brown hair, and is sixteen, just like Kyle, and it was long ish, but again, no-where near the length of Kyle's mop. Keiron has hazel eyes, and a bubbly personality.
Mo, well. He doesn't get called Crazy mo for nothing you know, he is fifteen but also soon to be legal. He is well known for going to parties and belly flopping paddling pools and all sorts, he is an absolute nutter, but we need him to keep our own sanity. He is the second tallest and had long light brown hair, and he has green eyes.
Last but never the least, Kyle. He is sixteen, soon to be seventeen. He is my bestest friend ever. He always knows when something isn't right, and all that. He is just taller than me, patronizing I know. His hair is almost at his shoulders, dark brown and curly, it is constantly in his face, but it is his baby apparently. He has deep, hypnotising brown eyes, and his smile is breathtakingly beautiful. In a non sexual way obviously.
They were sitting laughing and joking, and as I went to join them, the royal arse of a creepy stalker guy walked towards me. I couldn't stand him, and neither could Kyle or Keiron. I understood why Keiron was so protective, after all, he was my big cousin, but I had no clue why Kyle was.
This guy that I hate, his name is Blake Johnston. He is the most idiotic male creature known to this earth, and no matter how many times I turn him down harshly, he keeps coming back, no matter how many beatings the boys give him, he keeps coming back.
I pushed past him, I couldn't be bothered with him in the slightest.
I sat at the table beside Kyle, and without even looking at me, his arm went around my shoulder.
I gave him a one armed hug and began eating my lunch, I looked up. We were just talking shite, like usual, when I spotted someone, two someone's.
"..and then she slapped him, I mean it was totally out of the blue and.." I wasn't listening anymore, but simply looking at these two boys, I had never seen them before in my life. And I didn't know why, I knew everyone.
I tapped Kyle's chest, causing him to look at me, and then look for what I was staring at.
"Who are they?" I asked.
"The new kids" Pete mumbled through a tuna roll.
I hate Tuna.
Written by Alexis Gage
