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I stared thoughtlessly at the blank page before me, What was the point of doing school work anyway Its not like I actually gave a fuck about my grades anyway. I could probably pass if I did one day of work a week, Probably... Maybe I should see ? …... Nahhh. I Pushed the untouched worksheet to the far corner of my rather beaten up desk and decided to stare blankly at the board rather then doing simple math equations. Sliding the chair next to me out to prop up my feet I paused and took in my surroundings, nobody was sitting within a 3 desk distance of me like I had some sort of plague , it had been like this my whole life, people avoiding me, people pointing at me, and people side stepping away as if I was a monster under human skin. I couldn't really tell you why sense I really didn't know myself maybe it was the way I looked , maybe it was the uncomfortable tingling sensation some people told me they felt when they were in a rather short distance of me or maybe it was the sick rumors going around town that I was some kind demon , a frightening monster under my slightly tanned skin. Well it didn't bother me too much I didn't need anyone anyway I took care of myself, kept to myself and it would be a cold day in hell when I decided to open up or really trust anyone in this shitty town. Not again not after that one psycho.
I snapped back to reality at the sound of a pencil clattering to the floor at my feet, I bent over slowly my long silver hair scraping across the tile flooring as I retrieved the pencil, looking around to see who it might belong to, spotting a girl no older than 11 ( main Characters age) looking all around her perimeter I quickly decided that she was who I was looking for, Whistling sharply to gain the girls attention I unknowingly brought not only the girls attention but with it the entire class.
" Is this yours" I lazily drawled out extending my hand out to show her that I had her pencil. The girl looked at me startled as if I was screaming at her or some shit like that, I don't know I didn't feel I was that threatening looking but I wouldn't know I stopped caring for what I looked like long ago I don't even think I own a mirror in my house except the one with the big ass crack running adjacently from the side to the upper right hand corner that was always silently hanging in the bathroom over the sink that was always clogged.
" N N N No iits ffine, you ccan have iit" she forced out her stuttering lips, with a wide eyed frightened look plastered across her now extremely pale face.
I sighed and turned back to face the front of the room ignoring that scornful looks of my ignorant classmates and the pitying looks of the teacher in the far corner of the room shaking his head slowly with a sad smile on his wrinkled face, I snapping the pencil loudly in my now clenching fist, Eyeing the sharp wood splinter now imbedded in my palm with a bitter gleam in my narrowed mismatched eyes. I plucked the sharp piece of wood out of the outer layer of my skin silently tossing it over my shoulder on to the classroom floor and ran my clean hand through my silky silver trestles sighing in defeat and letting the tension that seconds ago riddled and racked my body bleed away as if it was never there in the first place, I felt my gaze droop and come to a half lidded expression that shown none of the intensity that i was just holding in my red and gold iris only acceptance, bitterness, and extreme laziness that none could rival.
…... THIS IS THE LIFE OF DANTE SUROSU...XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX