I walked home from a friend's house. My name is ( name ), not anything else you people can think of. I'm a senior in high school, and I was to be graduating in five weeks. However, life had different plans for me and they were dark ones."(n/n), time for school," my mother called up to me, using my nickname. She was the best mother you could ever ask for. Never had she yelled, hurt, or punished me for something other did or said, but blame me for. "Coming ,mom," I muttered in a sleepy tone. I walked down the stairs after I changed into (f/c) short-sleeved shirt, denim jeans, and (s/f/c) tennis shoes, with my (h/l) (h/c) bushed and up in (f/h/s). When I reached to the end of the stairs, I was hit by the sharp sweet aroma of pancakes. Just that smell completely woke me up.
" Well look who's up," my dad joked with his sweet and savory pancake in front of him. "Smells like heaven down here," I described the aroma and ignore my dad's joke. " Well if this is heaven, then I want to meet the most gorgeous man in the world," my mom laughed. "Me," my father posed like a male model. "No, I meant Elvis," my mother teased my father. "If we are done joking now, I would like some of those heavenly pancakes now," I huffed with my stomach growling like a dog does when it is in danger. I walked to the table where I sat down in a chair by the glassy window.
I finished the delicious pancakes and the sweet but sour orange juice. I brought the dishes to the kitchen and put them in them in them in the sink. After I did that, I saw the time, 8:41 am. " (name), the bus is here," my mother called to me from dinning room. "Yeah, mom, I see the the time," I replied loudly, and hurried out to the sunflower yellow bus that was waiting for me. " I see you're late, again, (name)," the old, woody smelling bus driver joked. "Yeah, whatever," I hissed quietly, while I walked to the back of the bus to get away from everyone else. Yeah, I'm a loner, or whatever they call them, but before I reach the back, I saw a kid with strawberry-blonde hair, blindingly bright sky blue eyes with pink swirls, and dressed as crazy as the mad hatter.
"Hey, your in my spot," I growled at him with a very venomous tone. "Oh, I didn't know this was your seat, poppet," he replied with a kind and caring tone, but I sense a insane tone hidden in his other tone. He got up and let me sit down, and then he sat down right by me. "So, poppet, what's your name, mine is Oliver," he spoke rapidly with the same tone before. From where I was sitting it looked like the pink swirls were moving or twisting.
"Does it matter if I tell you my name or not," I remarked back at him. From the look on his face I say he didn't like my remark but I could really careless about that. "It is only proper to tell one one's name," he emitted with a dangerous tone, that could scare even the zodiac killer out of hiding. This scare me enough to cause me to visible shake. "My name is (name)," I quaked still scared from his deleterious tone, with hope that we were at school so I can get away from Oliver. " (name), what a tasteful name," he grinned as if he had just got ask out by a supermodel from a popular magazine.
"So, (name), what grade are you on," he giggled out the question with a very ghastly grin. "I'm in the twelfth grade," I murmured slowly coming out of my shuddering state. He began to giggle more and then sang out," That is funny, because I'm in that grade." I froze at his words and stated to slowly shift away from Oliver. He seem to notice this and capture me with in a few seconds of noticing this."Where are you going, poppet," Oliver chuckled with a sinister tone. "I'm getting a bit warm so I thought if I move towards the window, I would cool down," I tried to dupe him, and to my luck it worked.
After thinking it over for awhile he let go of me and I hurried over to the window. "So, poppet, why do you sit alone," he giggled as if he already knew the answer. As I was trying to think of why I sit alone, he moved overly close to me and started to touch my arm. "I don't know," I replied with a distant tone. I started to feel his hand on my shoulder ,and that is when I notice how close he was to me. "So, poppet, do you like cupcakes?" he inquired as he played with my hair. " I do like cupcakes," I answered him with my voice full of caution and worry. I stared at him while he just sat there grinning like a madman that had just escaped a mental institution." Poppet, would you like to come over, sometime," he asked with a strawberry sweet smile.
But before I could answer, the bus stopped and picked up two more kids. The first one that got on had a bad boy attitude from how he was dressed, he also had reddish brown hair with a cowlick, crimson red eyes, and was as tan as a white man comes. The other one that got on was a cold, silent bad boy. He had dark sun glasses covering his eyes, dark blonde hair pulled into a ponytail, and wore a mounty's uniform. Oliver didn't seem happy to see them and from what I saw, they weren't happy to see him, either. "What are you doing here, madman," the first boy asks or rather demands Oliver to answer.
The other one is just standing the staring at Oliver or either me." I am going to school and talking to the lovely (name)," Oliver beamed back at the first boy. As the two were glaring at each other, the second boy grabbed me." Sorry about Jason, he gets like this when Oliver is near him," he sighed and then continued," The name is Michael by the way." I smiled and replied," It is okay, and like Oliver said my name is (name)." I liked talking to Michael, he felt so down to earth and stuff. When we reach school, Michael and I had became friends while Jason and Oliver keep fighting. I had learn through Michael, that he and Jason are also in twelfth grade ,and that Michael and I had a lot of the same classes.

All four of us got off the bus and walked into the school building. Michael and I were still talk about him and his brother coming here and where they were before here. Jason and Oliver still were fight over something that was unknown to me and Michael. "So, Micael, how long do you think they will continue to fight like this," I question him with curiosity." Not much more longer," he replied pointing to Oliver and Jason, with Oliver just taking notice I was not near him. Just like Michael said, the fighting stop and Oliver rushed over to us and by me. "Poppet, why are you over here and not by me," he wailed with tears building up in his eyes. I was about to hug him to stop his crying, when he was pushed away from me and Jason stood in front of me.
"Well, who is this babe," Jason smirked towards me with unknown intent. He started to move close to me when Oliver and Michael stopped him. "Jason, leave my poppet alone," Oliver hissed with a dangerous venom in his voice. All Michael did was grab his brother and glare at him. "Well you three better get to class, I will see you there, Michael," I chimed in not wanting anymore fighting between them. As a respond to me, they nodded and walked off to the classroom. After they left, my friends came to find out what that was. My friend, Adamo, and yes he is italian, was the first to arrive next to me. " What was that about, (name)," he growled with his italian accent showing.
I just shrugged and looked at the other two that had just arrived. My friends were not the most friendliest people but they were still my friends. Adamo is a dark auburn haired italian with reddish violet eyes, and is very bipolar. My next friend is Lutz, he is a german with platinum blonde hair, light violet eyes, and a scar, from a fight with Adamo, under his right eye. Finally, my last friend is Kuro, he is japanese with dark blood red eyes, ebony hair, and one of the coldest expression ever. Both Kuro and Adamo dressed in punk, well with Adamo it depends on his mood,but mostly punk. Lutz dress in military but all of us knows he is to lazy to actual join the military.
I sigh when I notice the fresh new red handprint on Lutz's face. "What did Lutz do now to get that red mark," I glared at Lutz waiting for one of the other two to answer my little question. " He touch a girl's butt and she slapped him," Adamo declared with disgust filling his voice and Kuro only nodding while glaring at Lutz. After scolding Lutz for his pervertedness like you would scold a child, we left to go to our classes. Adamo and I went to our class since we had all the same classes, and because of this his fratello, or brother, said it was destiny and we were meant to be. This earned him a beating from Adamo, while I laughed at how red Adamo's face was.