I'm bored again, so here's another thing :)
The busy corridors of Kent Academy shook with the heavy footsteps and loud chattering as students made their way to first period. Mark had his thin fingers entwined with Maddison's while they weaved in and out of formations of classmates. As usual, people were staring at him, muttering. It wasn't anything knew. I mean, who wouldn't want to take a few minutes out of their day to stare at a boy who wore make-up and fake tan, who straightened his hair, painted his nails and who was secretly wearing women's underwear that Maddison had bought for him. Clearly the students had nothing better to do with their time, either that or they were obsessed with him. He smiled to himself at the thought.
"Oi, bender boy! What you smiling at?" The offensive alliteration came from Jack, one of the many school twats who went out of his way, daily, to upset anyone whowasn't half naked in their profile picture on Facebook.
"He's smiling at you, Jay." Another boy called disgusted.
"Little prick!" Someone else called.
Mark rolled his eyes and carried on towards his lesson, still attached to Maddy. "I don't understand." She sighed taking her seat beside Mark in their History class. "Why do they get so mad that you like guys? Doesn't that mean that there's more girls for them?" She had a sweet, puzzled expression on her face, like always.
"I like to think it's because they're all secretly gay, and they're jealous of my hourglass figure." Mark winked at his best friend and settled back into his seat, ready to not pay attention for an entire hour.
Nicole typed speedily away on her computer, her coursework deadline was at the end of the day, and she had been so caught up with the Teens Next Door that her academic career had completely slipped her mind. She found it very difficult to concentrate on anything currently. Constantly overwhelmed by her babysitting duty's of her fellow team mates, you couldn't blame her for feeling lost. Distantly she could here Joseph talking to her about his new game. Sighing inwardly, Nicole picked up the pace. Don't get her wrong, she did like Joseph, he was smart and sort of funny in a self pity kind of way, but with everything she had to deal with, a boyfriend would only make things harder. Plus, Mark would take the piss that she would go out with someone like Joseph. But she really couldn't do much better. Yes, she was pretty, but she wasn't 'hot' or 'sexy', she was average. She stroked the light brown skin on her arm, feeling the groves where scars had covered it from many deadly battles. The words, "So do you want to?" Pulled her back to life.
"Do I want to what?" Nicole snapped, a little too impatiently for her own liking.
Joseph gave a small smile while his pale face turned as red as his hair. "Want to, you know, maybe go to the cinema's?"
"With you?" She choked, eyes bulging. Nicole sensed she'd hurt her friend's feelings, so returned the smile. "Erm, I'll have to see if I'm busy."
"Figures." He mumbled almost inaudibly.
"Please sit down." Mr Geoffrey wept, leant down on his desk, covering his large, sticky-out ears. "Please, please, please." First period Geography on Mondays was always the worst, mainly because the students had a bet going on who could make the teacher have a nervous breakdown first. Alice stood on the windowsill, hanging her head out into the cool air, completely unphased by the long drop to certain death bellow. "Miss Souza!" Mr Geoffrey gasped, high pitched and terrified. "Don't jump!"
The entire class went silent before bursting into hysterics. Like Alice could ever be suicidal, if she killed herself, she wouldn't be able to cause pain and annoyance to anyone else. Alex rolled his bright green orbs and signalled for Alice to sit down. She dropped herself down beside him and grinned. "It looks nice outside today, can we go to the beach?"
He shrugged and clicked the top of his pen, beginning to write the date and title. "You'll have to ask Numbuh 208."
Alice through her head down, pink locks flaring out across the table. Alex had to push them aside to carry on writing. "Nicole 'll never let us go to the beach. It's always, do your homework, study for that test, check the reports, go save some kid you don't know, have no fun, yadda yadda yadda." She huffed.
Once the class had quietened down slightly, Mr Geoffrey began the lesson. He flicked the lights off, closed the blinds (and the window), then clicked play on the video. It was about the Lord's Resistance Army. Normally Alex and Alice would take this time to chat quietly at the back of the class about missions and what they wanted for tea, but today was different. Alex looked out of the corner of his eye to see Alice force what he thought was a tear off of her face. "You okay?" He whispered so silently that even Alice struggled to hear. She nodded, not taking her eyes off the poor children, forced to kill their parents and become child soldiers and sex slaves. Alex rarely saw Alice cry, he had once, and they never spoke of it. It was when her little brother was in a car accident and fell into a coma. Alex was with her when she was told about his condition. He'd never forget the way she looked that day. Completely helpless. Broken. The weeks after that were almost unbearable for Alex, having to watch her slowly descend into depression. The one day, she snapped out of it. She woke up like nothing had happened.
"We could help." Alice whispered back. "We've got the technology, we could go there and save all the children."
Alex frowned, it was a nice thought. "We may have the technology, Alice, but we don't have the numbers to save an entire country."
Alice gave a loud sigh and placed her head back on the desk.