Disclaimer: Oh sweet disclaimer, could you be so lamer? Oho, I was going to try to write some lame ass poetry but ohsawell. Me no own.
- The Warning is in the pen name. Boy Orgy i.e boys doing fun things together, comprende?
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Split
By: Boy Orgy
"Sora, what time will you be home?"
"Right after school I promise!" I chirp back in the early morning air.
I never really understood why my mom had no trust in me, always questioning my whereabouts, always prodding into my social life. It's strange and frankly annoying but taking it as a sign of that over protective mom thing I continue to live my life relatively normally.
Hitching my backpack safely onto my back, I take a deep breath and bolt down the neat children safe sidewalk that borders our carefully manufactured neighborhood. Not too sweet. Not too sour.
Tripping and picking myself up again on pebble embedded hands, I continue to stumble along hurriedly knowing that no one would be on the sidewalk this early in the morning. Early in the morning for them at least, considering that I was close to late for school. The white picket fences eventually dissolve into the tall iron wrought gates of the rich neighborhood with the endless spiraling driveways and then, to the even more imposing gate of Destiny Islands Academy.
I gasp in relief. The gate wasn't closed yet, students still filtering in quietly, dressed in blue and white uniforms. Polite smiles delicately grace their faces.
"Sora! Did you wake up late again?" I turn to the softly reproving voice, smiling sheepishly up at my violet haired best friend.
"I can't explain it Kai, I just, I'm so tired" I shrug, attempting to straighten my tie.
"Sora Sora Sora, what am I going to do about you?" she sighs with a smile, tightening my tie expertly and patting down my artillery of cinnamon spikes.
"Well you could give me food" I beam at her shocked face, shying from her fist and rushing stupidly through the gates.
"Sora Hitomi" a strict voice halts me, my feet clumsily stopping resulting in face front collision with the ground.
"Ow!" I cry out, rubbing my attacked nose with fervor.
"Mr.Hitomi, I expect to see you in my office at lunch" the disciplinary officer scolds down at me, ignoring my plight and walking off clipboard in hand.
I stick my tongue out and help myself up by Kairi's shaking hand.
"God, it wasn't that funny" I attempt a glare at Kairi but find that only results in more laughter as it always does.
And so we walk on, probably the loudest of the entire school. Outside of the gates our decibel of sound would be considered strange and subdued, but no, inside the gates of Destiny Academy, it was rambunctious. Beats me how loud and dumb me even got in. I don't even remember the interview.
"Sora, are you even listening? We have a physics test today" Kairi waves a hand in front of my face, I slap it away.
I groan formulas supposed to be memorized and hadn't been surfacing in my mind, taunting me with their vagueness.
"You didn't study last night did you?"
" Its not that I didn't, its just I was really tired, and Mom was angry at me for some reason, and I really needed sleep, I can hardly remember, maybe I did study" I drift off, watching my school bag swing in and out of vision across the pristine marble floors.
"Point is, you didn't" Kairi narrows her eyes at me "you're grades are already bad, and if you don't keep a good average they will kick you out Sora" she goes off on another tirade and I tune her out.
She was the smart one, had a scholarship at the school and worked her small frame all day and night to keep her high stance in the school system. Teachers loved her despite her overbearing voice and against the school dress code hair. It was natural but they didn't buy it. Point is, she was smart and I … well I couldn't even remember last night.
" Look, I know Kairi, you've been telling me all year and last , ever since we started this damn school alright, just get out of my business" the words boil up into the air, hissing before cooling down into a pool of guilt in my stomach.
"Look, Kairi, I didn't know where that came from, please, just-"
"Whatever Sora, I'm going to be late" she brushes past me, blending easily into the rest of the genius masses.
I bow my head, scuff my feet along the floor trying to make a mark, and am unable too. I needed to get out of here.
"Mr.Hitomi, shouldn't you be somewhere"
Right…my "discipline" lesson.
"Yeah, I was just on my way"
"My office is right here though" he gestures to the open door.
"Oh well, you know…"
"Trying to get out of it?"
"No-"
"Detention. After school" the bell rang "hurry along or else you'll get two seeing as you're already late to class"
I grit my teeth and run down the hallway as the sound of doors shutting echoes around me.
"So, Mr.Hitomi, do you know the reason why you are here today?"
Kairi hadn't spoken to me all day, the rays of another dying day cast dusty gold shadows in the whitewashed room in an almost beautiful melancholic fashion. But I couldn't observe it, instead trying to cram all worries down into the pit of my empty stomach and answering all this tyrants questions.
"Yes, for running through the gates this morning and creating a disturbance"
"Not only did you create a disturbance but you disrupted the quietude of the morning in which students are slowly awakening to the power of their minds, obviously this important ritual doesn't apply to you, however, you should be more respectful towards those that it does!" he glared at me with beady black eyes and with horror I saw my nonchalant expression reflected in them.
Look afraid Sora! Look Afraid! It's the only way you're going to get him off you're back. With a certain degree of extreme horror I watched myself as if from outside, forming words that twisting boldly into the air stamping out my doomed fate
"I understand you're not an English teacher but disturbance implies disruption of all kinds, therefore you're speech was thoroughly not needed seeing as I understood the situation completely"
He blinked, shocked, before curious red splotches started to spread across his face like a map.
"Looks like Africa" I smirk, rudely pointing out said blotches.
"That's it! A months worth of detention!" and he rushes from the room, spluttering like some strange fish.
I blink. The shadows have grown darker, stretching into hideous curves of dark that ate into the light.
"What time is it?" I whisper out loud, shaking my head from an entrenched spider web.
"Did I fall asleep or something?" a few stray leaves rattle against the window.
Through the trimmed tree's I saw the patches of ruby sunset dying my face faintly warm, my lips relaxing from their constant quirks into a line.
I hated this…
"You promised Sora! You promised, but why did I even believe you? After all, it's not like you ever keep your promises! Just get out of my sight!" my mother covers her shining eyes with a hand, waving me off with the other.
Bewildered, I reach out
"Mom, I just had some things to do at school is all, I'm sorry, the teacher wouldn't let me call"
"Don't even try it" her voice dips into a harsher octave, and my hand falls to my side, useless to comfort her worries.
How could I comfort her worries when I didn't even understand where they spurned from?
"You want me to make dinner?" I offer excited.
I open the fridge, mark its empty contents, and turn to mom with a smile.
"I'm going to go out and pick up some dinner; I can make you you're favorite get well soup! Even if you aren't sick, it's your favorite right?" tense air relieves it hold on the room and she nods weakly.
"Alright So, I'd love that" she hands me a 20.
My smile stretches my eyes shut and I don't see the resignation resting on the small wrinkles of her face as I leave.
It was a brisk walk to the Food Bag, the salty air tousling my hair into even more contorted shapes but I didn't care. It was the first time in awhile where there was some semblance of normality in the household. The doors slide open; I hum a tuneless tune as I gather the items to my mom's favorite soup. I help bag at the register, chatting with the cashier and laughing as I wave and leave.
"Hey Roxas"
My bags fall to the ground, contents spilling like shiny pieces of plastic in the fluorescent street lights. My widened eyes follow the path of a rolling soup can as my world darkens.
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