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I almost laughed as I walked out of my door 'welcome committee?' Ha, more like a group of thugs! I cannot believe my mom actually trusted these guys. My first year of public school and I'm stuck with these fools. Oh, the blessings of Twilight town. I walked down the sidewalk, meeting the group. "Greetings," I said with a glare as I walked passed them. "First of all, you don't even know us you little-" The blonde was cut off with a fist to his stomach, "hayner!" A shorter girl hovered over the blonde, scolding him. Roxas didn't care, so he just kept walking. I continued through the doors of the high school, smiling. 'So this is what it's like?' I couldn't help but smile as everyone stared. The welcome committee stumbled in behind me.
ENTRY 1: Whispers spread like wildfire and I was as happy as could be. I didn't care cause I would be out of this dreaded school soon anyways. Everytime I look up there's a new rumor spread about me kinda ridiculous if you ask me but... what the hell?
I looked up and there was a new face staring at me. "What do you want, red?" I asked pushing the notebook closed, a brush of air hitting his face. I watched him glare back at me. "You're sitting in my seat," "I don't see your name on it." Roxas twirled his hair in his fingers, leaning back on his chair. The taller red-head stood up with an exasperated sigh and pushed his way to the back of the room. The blondes eyes followed him the whole way, smirking to himself. Roxas walked the group that had followed him the whole way home. 'I can't have them following me the whole time if i want to be able to look around,' he thought. An idea clicking together in his mind, he turned towards the group smiling... "Hey guys I have to go inside real quick, but after, do you guys mind showing me around town?" I had to quickly think of a way to get them off of my tail. )
We walked through the town. 'Was that brown hair'? We pointed out a variety of different things. I stopped with the rest of them, staring into what seemed to be a neverending ocean. "What's so special about this place, anyways?" I asked looking out, again. "If you follow me, i'll show you." The group then ran away with me, following behind. About five minutes later, we stopped in front of a small shack. The group that was smiling had walked in, beckoning me to follow them. I was met with cold air and a small, yet somehow large, shack that resembled a living room with a couch and other additional luxuries.
It had been about an hour before I got a call from an anonymous number. I answered the call and put it on speaker. There was soft breathing with a small, distant voice in the background. A couple turns of a page... then complete silence. They had hung up. 'I knew that voice' I dropped the phone immediately, sitting back and staring at the phone. The group stared at my phone in utter silence. My phone, which was now on the ground, had shattered into dozens of pieces. But this time, I was too scared to actually care. 'I thought I had gotten rid of him!?' I slipped my sandals on, running out of the old shack and dashing across the beach. It seems as if the sound was impossible to release from my mind. It was forsakenly, a constant replay of what had just happened.
I went to the only person I knew could help me, while asking myself if the pain was even worth it.