On the day this started, Maths was one of the most boring lessons I went through. During it, I spend most of my time drawing and falling asleep on my desk; being at the desk in the furthest and darkest corner helps with getting away with it. Nobody looks.
I have never gotten the point of most maths. I mean, when will an artist need to use that triangle thing where you have to find the longest side or something? I don't know since I can't be bothered to listen.
While I'm here, I should introduce myself. My name is Lucy Joan Carlyle and I'm 16 years old. I have a little longer than shoulder length, brown, straight hair with a fringe that I tend to use to cover my left brown eye. I tend to wear the same thing every day: a dark grey top that is on the brink of being black, a comfortable black jacket with a hood on the back, ripped black leggings that go underneath a black skirt that falls just past my knees and black converse shoes.
Nothing really special. Which is just like this school.
Every day tends to be the same thing. The teacher always rambles on about something or another. The idiots of the class throw things and pass notes while the teacher doesn't see while the popular girls gossip about useless rubbish.
I knew I must have unknowingly fallen asleep, because when I woke up, I saw our Head Teacher, Miss Fitties, stood at the front of the class in front of the white board with two young males by her side.
"Great, new idiots." I thought to myself. I just looked away and sighed, ignoring their existence. Yes, I do tend to hate most people. Hating them is mostly the reason why I'm always quiet and easily angered if people try and talk to me for a laugh. I look like – and usually get called it- an angry emo.
I tend to cry in pain and hatred inside but I never want to show it to others to pick up. I don't want to be sent to someone to talk about it or have to deal with people making fun of it. I'm not an emo though... I'm not.
Whoever those new boys were, they chose to sit near me and my empty area. In the corner of my visible eye I saw them.
One of them was quite tall and skinny, almost like me but it looked like his body was naturally a slender frame. He had slightly long- for a guy- neat brown hair that he had a habit of running his fingers through its soft and fluffy-looking contents. His clothes were stylish and neat, looking like someone who could pass for just being at a wedding. He wore a long brown coat that went down to around the middle of his calves, a buttoned up black shirt with a collar under the coat's collar with a brown jumper over the top of his shirt. He also wore some slightly too tight black trousers. Everything just looked so perfect on him.
"Oh fun," I huffed to myself in my thoughts, "another person who wants all the girls." I still refused to make direct eye contact with them.
The stupid and desperate girls fluttered their makeup-filled eyes with a dreamy expression, flipping their hair in ways they think is romantic and attractive. I always wondered how they could move their face under all that make up.
The other male was completely different to the first.
He had a massive flop of untidy blonde hair while two shining blue eyes hid slightly under some huge black glasses. He wore a hideous green jumper that looked almost a vomit green and a blue shirt peeked in from the jumper's neck and rested on his thick trunk of a neck, his pants were covered in holes to show his unshaved legs. I watched as he half tucked his shirt into his pants. I could tell we had another irritating nerd.
Great!
I placed my hands on my thighs and moved them up and down on it while sighing, resting my head on my paper covered desk.
"Hey, are you alright?" I heard. I tilted my head slightly to the right to see the posh student looking at me. "You feeling ok?"
I sat up straight and gave him my Lucy Carlyle Stare. This caused him to look at his desk with a nervous and embarrassed expression.
Idiot.
~Time Skip Thanks To Mr Barnes' Moustache~
After the maths class was break time. I walked out of the school onto the massive school yard and sat in my usual spot. It was behind a bunch of trees and bushes that had one bench. Around the area was covered in a bunch of thorns and other natural irritating things.
People don't tend to come around here since they don't want their clothes to be torn and ruined. I don't care, however...
I placed my hands over my eyes and let the tears freely fall down my face. I don't know how much more of this I could take. My left eye throbbed and ached in pain so I moved my hand so it didn't touch it but I kept the hair over it.
"Hey, what's the matter?" Somebody asked. I thought whoever it was, was talking to someone else. That is until I felt a warm, slender hand on my shoulder.
I quickly wiped my eyes and held the tears bad easily and I look up to see... The brown haired guy again! The blonde looked at the sky and rolled his eyes.
"What's up with you, Fatty?" I asked that caused him to scowl.
"Unwanted jerk." He muttered under his breath. I looked down after hearing it.
"George, stop that!" The brown haired boy said to the blonde. They stayed either side of me while all I could hear was the loud crunching of crisps being eaten by the blonde- I assumed was George.
"Why are you here?" I whispered, looking at my hands while I fiddled with my fingers.
"We saw you crying." George told me. I heard the tone in his voice change to something softer.
"You two are new here. In a few weeks you'll get used to it and not give a thing anymore. Everyone does." I stated with a natural voice. I watched the taller male's eyes widen. "Now, leave me alone."
Both looked at each other then stood up, careful of the thorns. I knew they wouldn't talk to me.
"Well... It was nice meeting you. I'm Anthony Lockwood." He told me before he left.
"I ruin everything!" I shouted in my head.
For some reason, I felt like I was being watched...
I moved my legs a little and let the thorns cut into my skin. My breathing became a little faster as the blood slowly flowed down my legs. The thing is, it didn't even feel bad.
Only one more lesson... One more lesson and it was back to being a slave.
~ Time Skip Brought To You By Blue Crips. George: MINE!~
The next lesson was art, which made me a little happy at least.
Dry blood stained my skin on my legs and areas on my leggings, nothing really new.
In art class, we were forced to work in pairs. Who was a put with? Well, who else but Anthony Lockwood! George was put with one of the main sculptures, Flo Bones. She was probably the only person I could actually stand.
We had to do self-portraits. I don't really like them but I had no choice. So Anthony drew him and I drew him.
I noticed while doing this that his eyes were a milk chocolate brown while his face was perfect. No flaws at all. That was strange because, from what I heard from his voice before, he definitely is going through puberty. Unless that's his natural voice but I don't know how much deeper it can get.
It was a nice tone... I guess...
Anyway, back to drawing...
We didn't have long as it ended quickly after starting. I thought it looked bad because of the short time limit but when I showed Lockwood, his mouth was hanging open in shock.
I probably would have spoken but I am a bit socially awkward (ok, a lot).
I had to bite my lips once I saw his art of me. Basically, take a 5 year old's drawing, add a little shading and you've got his picture of what supposed to be me. He looked away with embarrassment but I told him that he got an A for effort. He did seem to try his absolute best.
"Yours is amazing! It's sketched too!" He told me as he picked up my drawing and examined it deeply.
I could see a bunch of girls checking him out but he seemed to ignore it. They then glared at me to tell me to back off.
"You focused so hard and with so much detail!" He gawked smiling. I still didn't talk to him. I wasn't in a good mood for once. Well, for once in art. "Right, tell me what's up."
"It's nothing, Anthony." I told him, using a smooth lie.
"Please, call me Lockwood. Also, there clearly is, your eyes look like they're on the brink of tears."
Luckily, the teacher stopped the class. I thanked her – mentally- for getting me out of talking and lying about that.
After she taught us some art techniques the bell rang.
My eyes widened in fear... Home time...
While I was walking home, those two idiots followed me. A little later I couldn't take it and slickly span around to look at them.
"Stop it, stalkers!" I shouted at them.
"This is the way home for us..." George huffed.
"Wait... You two live together?" I asked which they replied with a nod. O-Kay then.
I made my way to the short cut that was covered in brambles, broken glass and other sharp things.
"Don't go that way, stupid." George rolled his eyes while rubbing his glasses on the horrid jumper before pushing it back up his nose.
"I live with it." I blurted out and gulped. I hoped they didn't believe it was true... Maybe just that I'm used to walking through it...
"What do you mean by that?" Lockwood asked with a concerned voice. I quickly made up a lie that I don't think he believed. However, before they could comment further, I rushed into the path anyway. Enduring and dealing with the constant pain.