Beginning of the Semester. One shot for Nevermore.
Varen shut his locker, ignoring the jerk beside him. He could see Pinfeathers cackling all around today.
A scent of apple seemed to fill the bustling halls. He felt the people around him move, out of his way, to another friend, to follow, to lead – the dance that they all seemed to play. His black shirt, with red buttons he'd painstaking craved himself during the summer at night when he couldn't sleep but craved for something sharp to do, and dark pants gave an aura of difference to him.
He had heard many times, that he was just wearing "gothy' clothes to get attention. His outlook and hobbies were 'just to attract attention'. He laughed quietly to himself. That had never been the case. He had his own taste in clothing. Varen loved writing, he`d loved it for a long time. Little rhythms, essays, poems, fiction, and to create art was… a release, the one time he could show the world his secrets, but not show them.
He saw some students admiring a drawing he had done earlier that month, that his art teacher wanted to hang up in the little gallery space- nothing more than glass covered pin boards on a wall. He smirked at the compliments as Pinfeathers preened till he got bored.
Pinfeathers decided to move over to the cheerleaders gossiping giving a blonde one who was in charge of the squad – or so he thought - bunny ears with his wickedly sharp claws. Varen chuckled and moved along.
Who know?s maybe this time it won't be so bad, maybe this semester my classmates will be different.