The Friend
One. Two. Three… Ninety-nine. One hundred. I set the heavy weights back down on their stand. I walk over to my old treadmill that Faith got for me for a birthday gift. Sweat drips off my brow as a run across the moving black mat, picturing myself running away from the people who killed my parents. I get off after 2 miles, re-soaked with sweat. Today school starts at 11am because there is a staff meeting for the coming up school dance, so I decided to work out in the morning.
Being 15, I am in grade 10 at East Valley High school. Everyone thinks I'm weird, except my best friend Kevin. He is super tall! It looks like he was stretched out really thin when he was a child. I pretty much live at his house whenever Faiths not around. He doesn't know about what I am, but he accepts and thinks I like to read those Necromancy books for fun. I hate reading them. Books about pain and suffering of souls, I can't even think about it. I hate what I am, how mutated my powers are, but I can't change it. Its part of who I am now.
After a quick shower, I threw my pin-straight hair into a lose bun. I didn't even bother to put on makeup. Kevin liked me for who I am, not whatever makeup would make me. I walked across the chilly road in my lace-up boots, black skinny jeans, and a worn purple bunny hug. Today was a half day, but it felt twice as long then a normal one. Kevin, smiling, waving, and running down the road and being a klutz with his extra long body parts, tripped on the gutter and almost fell on his face. He has brown eyes, dyed black hockey hair, and a face he doesn't seem to have grown into yet. When he does, I think he will be very handsome. He likes to wear clothes almost like mine, worn out, and especially black. Today he has a green t-shirt with some sort of band logo on it, a pair of dark ripped skinny jeans with his signature skull belt, a black-and-white striped sweater, and a pair of lime green kicks.
"Nice bum, where ya from?" Kevin asked as he poked me on the shoulder.
"The darkest depths of hell," I tried my hardest to sound like Ainsley, the most popular girl at school, and as a plus, hates me.
"Damn! I bet! You look pretty hot!" Kevin licked his finger, touched me, and made a hissing noise. He laughed so hard, he almost fell on his face again.
"You are so gross! You licked me! EWW!" I screamed as he chased me down the street with a slobbery finger.
He finally caught me in front of the school, wrapping his unnaturally arms around me just as the warning bell wrung.
"Let me go! We're going to be late!" He still refused.
I went limp in his arms and his grip loosened. I snuck under his arms and bolted for the door. I stuck my tongue out at him when I made it there, and ran inside. I didn't see the look of longing on his face when I did.