Behind Those Dark Eyes.

Chapter One: School Day

"C'mon Kalli, you're gonna be late!" My mother yells up from downstairs. "Yes ma'am!" I reply, and grab my backpack, running downstairs. My mother smiles at me the way she always does, and runs her fingers through my short black hair. She chuckles, "Alright, now make sure you keep a cute little smile on your face!" She says, squeezing my cheeks. I laugh slightly, trying to make her feel happy, but I don't really want to smile. I am 13, and I don't need to be treated like a little baby. But, my mother feels the need to treat me like one. I roll my eyes, and head out to the busstop, which just so happens to be right outside our house. I get out there just in time. I let the other kids get on first, and then I get on last. Its what I always do. Everyone on the bus is seated, and as soon as my face was visible to everyone, the kids in the back laughed. I walked back there, there being no where else to sit. I scan the seats, and the bus driver yells for me to sit down. All the kids in the back have put their backpacks on the other half of the seat so I won't sit there. I looked to my left, and saw a boy my age, with shaggy blonde hair, a pair of piercing baby blue eyes, and clutching his backpack in his arms.

"May I sit here?" I say, my voice hardly even a whisper. The boy looks up, and nods. I take a seat down next to him, and the kids and the back begin to chant; "The freak sat next to the mute newbie boy! The freak sat next to the mute newbie boy!" Idecide to ignore them, but I spot a couple crystal like tears trickling down the boy's red cheeks. I put a hand on his shoulder, and he tears his attention away from outside the window, and looks at me, wiping his tears away. "Don't listen to them. Okay? They're just idiots- they are always like this. And, are you new?" I say and ask, and he just plainly nods, and I nod also. "Welcome. What's your locker number?" I ask. He pulls out a small notebook, and writes down the four digit number. 5764. I look of surprise came across my face. My locker number is 5765. "Looks like we'll be seeing eachother often, because my locker is right next to yours," I say, and he nods again. I knew he was mute ever since I sat next to him, thanks to the kids I the back. I feel something hit my arm and land in my lap. It is a piece of paper, I open it, it saying: 'Hey freak, wh,erent you born on a highway? Because that's were accidents happen'. I try not to let myself tear up, and the boy next to me was looking over my shoulder, reading what they wrote. I crumble it back up, closing my eyes for a moment.

I open my eyes, and I am met with the boy's notebook. He wrote; 'My name is Michael. What's your name?' I chuckle quietly, once again, biting back tears, and reply, "My name is Kalli, its good to meet you Michael." I say, just before the bus driver parks and opens the bus doors. I get up out of my seat, and head out quickly. Michael follows closely behind me, and as soon as he caught up, just walked next to me silently, his head hung low. I glance at him momentarily, his eyes once again teary, and tired looking, with heavy bags rung beneath his blue eyes. I turn my gaze forward, walking into the school. Since it is the start of the school year for Michael, (which I had assumed, due to the fact I had no clue his locker was right next to mine, and normally that locker had belonged to no one) I decided I was going tok help him out a bit. See what his schedule for his classes are. See what I can do to help. Because that's my goal in life. Is to help people. To make them smile.

I am caught off guard by the sudden bang of Michael getting shoved into a row of lockers by one of the school jocks. He begins to tease and mock Michael, and I feel the need to be there for him, but my courage isn't strong. Against my own orders, I decide to stand in front of the jock. "Hey, punk. Back off and pick on someone your own size." I say, trying not to show the slightest bit of disencouragement in my voice. Michael is sitting on the floor, trying to get the backpack, which was still on him, but the storage compartment area was on his head, off of him. I help him up, carefully taking the backpack off his head. "You okay, Michael?" I ask, and he looks up at me with his eyes, eyes filled with sadness and pain...overwhelming emotions. I lead him down the hall, over to our lockers. I looked up at the hall clock, we still have 20 minutes until class starts. I turn the combination lock, and unlock it, taking off the lock, and hooking it onto my pocket. I open it, take a few things out of my backpack, and put one of my sketches in there, and I spot Michael looking at the sketch curiously. I quickly shut my locker, and look at him. "Who's homeroom do you have?" I quickly ask, and he points to his schedule, turning around his books so I can see. Same homeroom teacher. I glance down his schedule and- we both have all the same classes except for Social Studies U. S. History. Michael looks at me, and a smile creeps up on the edges of his lips. I try to give him a smile, but I can't. Smiling isn't a natural thing for me. But he smiles at me anyways.

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At lunchtime, I spot Michael sitting all alone at a lunchtable. Feeling bad, I walk over to go sit next to him. His eyes seem to light up when I do. "So, how is your day so far?" I ask, and Michael already has his notepad out, writing away. I read what he wrote, and it says; "It is going well, thank you." I nod, and he smiles slightly. We eat in silence. I get up to throw my trash away, and Michael follows, and I take into notice that he only ate a quarter of what he got. I guess he wasn't hungry.

-

Over the past few weeks, we have gotten to get to really know eachother. He seems a lot more brighter, and he's always been there for me when I needed someone most, and as have I. But something wasn't right today. Something was wrong. It was All Hallow's Eve, and Michael was really upset. He told me that Halloween was something he cherished and adored, and it always makes him happy. We sat next to eachother at lunch, and he was crying. And nothing I would say would help. I gave him a small pat on the back, but it only made him cry more. I sigh, not knowing what else to do, and being the best friends that we are, I give him a hug to reassure him that everything is going to be okay. And that's when he told wanted to kill both his father and his sister. And I became extremely scared and worried. "Michael, don't say that please!" I beg him. He just trembles and more tears streak down his face. "Michael, what made you think this?" I ask him, but get no response. Nothing, but a now blank, emotionless stare.

-

Its now the day after Halloween, and Michael hasn't shown up for school. Maybe he is sick. Not feeling well. So, I am once again, a loner for a day.
But not just a day, several days.
Weeks.
Years.
I have been alone.
I never saw Michael again.
And my parents were cruel to me one night.
They cut me,
Hurt me,
Scarred me.
And now,
I am back.
For my revenge,
And in search,
For my once best friend,
And the murderer of Haddonfield, the place I once called home.

A/N: New story.