So this is my first story, I've had this idea for a long time now and I decided to bring it into life. It's going to be a long story, but I'm promising it's going to be worth it! :D So, enjoy!
The school was only some meters away, Deidara had to run against the strong wind to arrive on time before the bell rang. He looked up at the clock over the school entrance and it showed ten to half past nine, he had made it.
Deidara got heated up bit for bit on his way up the stairs to the second floor. The steps were worn after many decades with teenagers that had walked up and down on the start of the day, in the breaks and in the end of the day. Now it was mud and water traces all the way from the entrance to second floor, and up to third floor too.
On his way to the lockers they looked at Deidara, forgetting what they were doing and stared. His blond hair was soaking wet, his shoes and clothes too. But that wasn't what they stared at. It was his palms, his handmouths.
"They just don't know anything about art, un" Deidara muttered to himself. It had been like this ever since he started high school. The looks, the whispering and the glaring when he passed them. But today he didn't mind, he was getting used to it.
Deidara made his way to the lockers in the end of the long hallway. Some of them were smashed, others just had marks and stickers from many years of use. When Deidara started in this school his locker was the most unharmed and cleanest of them, but now it had the word freak written all over the door.
He twisted the lock to it showed 0505, opened the door and laid the lock on the highest shelf. His locker was as messy as always, which meant no one has been able to find out the code. Deidara took out math and history, which were the first classes on Tuesdays. He took his bag off his shoulder, laid it on the floor and opened it. The books were wet, some more than others. Deidara took them from the wet bag and laid them in his locker. And replaced them with the books for today, threw the bag back on his shoulder and went over to the classroom. Most of his so called classmates were already sitting in front of the door to room 24, on the door hang a laminated poster where it stood today's schedule:
Tuesday
08:30-09:30 – Math
09:30-10:30 – History
10:30 – Break
11:10-12:10 – English
12:10-12:40 – Science
12:40 – Break
13:00-14:00 – Art
Right when Deidara smiled to himself a bit the bell rang and everyone made a line behind him, who still stood in front of the classroom door. He could feel their eyes on him and hear their whispering and giggles. And of course Deidara had forgot his fingerless gloves at home. One of his "classmates" grabbed his left wrist and lifted his arm up so everyone could see one of the handmouths.
"Let go, un" Deidara said through clenched teeth.
"And what happens if I don't?" the boy teased, but his confidence fell when he saw Deidara's smirk. Before the boy could do anything, Deidara grabbed wrist and let the handmouth open and bit. A scream could be heard through the hall and people began gather around. About half of them stood with open mouths and wide eyes, while the others began backing off. Deidara sent them a glare and went to the back of the line.
The classes were as always, boring. In math, it was just repetition on construction and angles, which Deidara had learnt years ago. Luckily in history they had started with a new theme, The Russian Revolution. Mostly everyone were happy to be finished with The Second World War, which everyone thought was boring and the longest theme in school. But Deidara thought it was exciting and kind of artistic, a fleeting war.
The best time in school, even for Deidara, were the breaks. The only time when students could come out to the fresh air, feel the wind in your hair and right then, the rain against your head. Deidara liked the breaks better that way. Rain and wind instead of sunshine and warmth. That way he could have an excuse for sitting inside and work with his clay. Since when he sat outside, the urge to set off an explosion becomes to big and last time he got expelled for a week, since he blew up the "school tree". "There really isn't anyone who understands me. Do I really belong here, un?" was Deidara's thought everyday.
A blond figure sat alone in the hallway, leaning against the wall and fiddled with his clay. He smiled at the small sculpture in his hand. It was a bird with a huge beak and folded wings. Deidara gave it a last glance before it got mashed between his palm and fingers. It was the last break of the day, and only one class left, art.
"I forgot my bag outside the science room, un…" Deidara thought out loud. He let out a small sigh, got up on his feet and went for the stairs. He ran down the staircase to the first floor, jumping two steps at a time. Sprinted across the hallway in first floor, charged for the science room, but quenched. A group with three boys came around the corner, Deidara knew who they were. They walked with a half-meter between their feet, dressed in hoodies and pants that were almost falling off. Two of them went with rear-facing caps and the one who walked in the front had dipped his chestnut colored hair in far to much hair gel. Those guys always made fun of Deidara and his art, and since he really wasn't in the mood, he turned and tried to walk away unnoticed, but it was to late. The guy who walked first stopped quickly when he saw the blonde, the other two stopped and saw what had caused their friend to stop. The first guy with the hair gel took a step forward and broke the silence:
"Look who we have here guys. The art freak who looks like a girl"
"Let me be asshole, un" Deidara said while feeling a vein pop at the word girl.
"Oh" the group teased in unison, smirking while moving closer to the pissed off blonde.
"Look who's trying to play tough" the guy with the hair gel teased again and crossed his arms like he knew Deidara would run. But the said blonde stood still like a rock, glaring at the approaching figure, clenching his fists. The said figure grabbed Deidara, bending slowly over him, Deidara could feel his breath against his ear.
"I think it's best of you stay away, freak" he whispered and lifted his fist, ready to strike. But Deidara was faster, before he got to move his fist towards his target, Deidara's had hit the boy's nose. Which made him release his grip at the blonde and scramble backwards, blood running from his nose and down on the floor.
"You damn freak!" the brunette yelled and cursed. Deidara gave a wicked grin and the now bloody boy ran around the corner with his hand over his broken nose, the two others running after him. Deidara smiled to himself.
"Yes, un. I'm a freak, you even said so yourself" he thought and continued his way to the science room, leaving behind the blood droplets on the floor. Deidara felt a bit of guilt, but the guy deserved it and that was true, right? Before he reached his bag, voices started to approach from the stairs. The break was over. Remembering the past event, Deidara quickly grabbed the bag in front of him and ran towards the stairs, he didn't want to get in trouble again.
Stuff happens in next chapter! xD I'm going to try to finish the next chapter this week or the next. Hopefully this week, if not school gives me a lot of homework.
Oh, I'm happy to get reviews about what you liked and didn't like, to help me improve my writing :D