I dreaded going back to school. Another horrible Monday. I didn't want to leave my mom again. And I didn't wanna deal with people. I slowly get out of bed and got dressed I grab my keys and head to my car, grabbing a yogurt on the way out.
It takes me about ten minutes to get to school, and five minutes to go to class. As I walk down the halls, I know people are staring at me and talking about me. I just know,. They always do. I put my earphones and turn up Motionless in White.
Sitting at very back of the room, I take my notebook out and start drawing to pass the time. I didn't realize how long I'd been drawing until the teacher called my name and tapped a ruler on my desk. "Scarlet Bloom? Please stop drawing and answer my question." Mrs. Raonda demanded. I looked at the board, my face read from embarrassment.
"Uh... 3x?" I said, hoping the answer was correct so I don't embarrass myself more. I okked around, seeing people looking at me, some snickering.
"Correct. Good Job, Scarlet. But next time. Don't draw in your notebook. You're suppose to be paying attention to me." She smiled and went back up to the board. I put my earphones back in, drowning out everything.
Soon, I saw people starting to leave. I grabbed my stuff and rushed our the door, into the hallways. A jock, one of my main bullies, was waiting for me beside the door when I walked out. He knocked my stuff out of my hands. "What were you drawing, Little fat emo?" He picked up my sketchbook, looking through it. "You committing suicide?" I shook my head, trying to reach for my sketch book. He threw it on the ground, and then pinned my against the wall. "You should be treated like a dog; always wearing those stupid little chokers. You need to be on a leash and be walked outside. You need to eat out of a dog bowl. Just like a dog."
"Hey! Leave her alone!" A boy came up behind the guy and took a hold of the collar of his Letterman jacket. The jock turned around, eyeing the boy who was much taller than him. He had raven black hair, with streaks of blue in it. Skinny jeans and a band t-shirt.
The Jock scowled, walking away, murmuring under his breath.
"Are you okay?" The boy asked me. Looking at me with kind eyes.
I shook my head and started to walk away, tears in my eyes. I felt a hand on my shoulder. The guy turned me around and pulled me into a hug. "Hey, don't lie to me. I know you're not okay. I see your eyes tearing up." I tried to pull away, but he just pulled me back. The bell had already rang, but I was so caught up in this boy hugging me that I didn't bother moving.
"My name is Logan, by the way." He pulled away and I looked up at his face. Finally noticing he looked rather familiar. I thought for a moment, and realized this is the boy who had been in my dreams, good and bad, for the past few months now. That couldn't be possible. It just has to be a coincidence.
"... Mine is Scarlet... I have to get to class." But I didn't go to class, I skipped the rest of the week, not knowing what to do about this.
