Happy beginnings, sad endings2
by ~animedrawer1233The boy asks
"What's your name?"
I answered
"Cree" and gave a shy smile, then I asked him his name, he said
"Lane".
I quietly said Lane under my breath then looked up and said
"Lane, thanks for all of the things you've done up to this point", but I have to hurry up and get to school.
I didn't have a phone to check the time, so I asked Lane what time it was, he flipped open his phone and said "7:45".
I almost screamed, but I didn't because I knew that would look weird to Lane.
So, I hurried up with all the getting to know Lane, and I told him to run to school with me or I'll be screwed. "Anymore late arrivals to school and that will be my 6th detention this month."
Mom was going to kill me!
So without saying anymore I made a quick dash to school.
All this time passed and it was less than a minutes walk to school,
but that stupid rain was so blinding. I looked at my iPod it was fine,
that made this the happiest day of my life. In fact it was playing the song " Rain drops keep falling on my head." I laughed while running.
The pain in my leg has gone away now,
and Lane didn't care about being late, so he just walked with his umbrella, bag, and black clothes to school, while I ran my ass off.
While running to school I forgot to say goodbye to Lane, so I turned around and yelled "Bye lane, it was nice meeting you!"
As I slowed down from running so much I almost ran into the schools' door.
It had a green sign on it that said "Tardy to 1º=detention."
I laughed sarcastically and said "yeah right."
The next day I was sitting in the detention room. Getting paper thrown at me by some Preppy people.(People who never where the color black, and are popular)
They only don't like me because the color choice of my clothes, all black.
As I try to ignore the Preps laughing at me for getting nailed with paper over and over again.
I look at the door, and the nob opens slowly.
The whole room quieted. I'm not under the fire of paper anymore, thank goodness.
As I'm thinking this, the door flies open. It's the teacher.
Everyone is releaved, and they continue to talk loudly and laugh at me getting hit with paper again.
But, a few seconds later Lane slowly walks in the room making it quiet again.
I start thinking that he must have been caught being late when I was running to school. Now I feel bad, he has a detention, because he helped me when I was cuaght in the rain.
At least I had a chance to meet him though. The teacher whispers something to Lane, and then points to the seat next to mine, which was open.
I blush and start to feel uneasy. Now things are going to be much worse for me.
The Preps all laugh at the clothes Lane is wearing, while I'm afraid of what will happen next.
I listen to more songs on my iPod while Lane walks over to the seat next to mine,
and smiles at me, I smile back at him. Making sure that no one see's it. But, Tom saw. Tom looks at Lane, then looks at me, he has this terrible look on his face, like he's going to break someone.
"Oh hey!" I say to Lane. "I forgot to give your jacket back."
I notice he has the word skulls was all over it. I asked where he got the jacket from.
He said, "It's a boxing club. Other people have different nick names, and they are all my closest friends. But, I think I found a new friend." I smile.
The conversation was interrupted by Tom yelling " I have a good nickname for you... creep!" I'm not so glad my name is Cree anymore. All the guys laugh,
but I was angry at him, so I jumped up.
"The only reason I'm getting these stupid names is because you know your the exact same things you call me you ass!"
Before saying anything else the teacher interrupts us.
He sends me to the office, and sends Tom along.
The other kids throw more paper at me.
I wish Lane didn't see me like that.
He looks like that kind of people that pull the hair of the girl he likes
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Drawing hands is like snorting two pixie stix its complicated
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Drawing hands is like snorting two pixie stix its complicated
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Drawing hands is like snorting two pixie stix its complicated
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Drawing hands is like snorting two pixie stix its complicated
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...in a sexual way.
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Drawing hands is like snorting two pixie stix its complicated
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