Hi again, well im baaack, hehe did you miss me :)
So i decided to start a new story because i had nothing to do last night, and this is what i came up with.
So vote/ comment and fan if you like.
And also mums at work, so im trying to upload as many stories as i can today.
"I'm so sorry." I apologized as I accidently collided with someone, causing my books I was holding, to hit the floor, pages going everywhere. I looked up to see Mason Rine, one of the self obesest jerks.
He just snorted and walked off. Sighing I bent down and collected all the pages, and piled the books back up. As I stood up I felt eyes on me, and turning to my left, I saw an unfamiliar face. A new student I'm guessing. His brown eyes seemed to pierce me, as he frowned at me. He probably witnessed that, one of the things that happens everyday, and I'm hoping he's not like everyone else, and won't bug me. I hope he just stays away.
He was still staring at me, with his hands in the pockets of his leather jacket, underneath a plain white T-shirt that clearly showed he had some muscles. He also wore a pair of black skinny jeans with black vans. He had some bad look going, and looked as if he was someone you don't want to mess with.
I tore my eyes away from him as the bell went, and walked to my first class, and yet I still felt his eyes on me.
In art we were told to paint a happy memory, something that was important to us. Art was my favourite subject as no one bothered me about anything, and I could express myself, and take out all my emotions on paper, and no one could understand them and judge.
I picked up my paintbrush and dipped it in orange and a bit of pink, and started gliding it on my canvas, replaying the memory in my head.
The classroom door swung open, and in walked the same guy I saw in the hall, with slightly red cheeks as if he'd been in a rush. Miss Cooper looked up at him and frowned, looking down at her papers.
"Sorry I'm late." He puffed and she nodded. All the girls giggled and stared at him as he looked around the room.
"Well let's not make a habit of it Mr Reed, take a seat where you wish and start."
He nodded at her, and I looked back to my painting continuing with the sunset. I heard his light footsteps, and the stool next to me draw against the lineal on the floor.
"Hey." He said. But I just looked at him and forced a smile while nodding, and returned to my painting.
"What, don't you talk?" He said with a smile to his voice.
"Not to many people." I replied still stroking.
"That's a shame, is there a reason?"
"Something that you don't need to know."
I didn't trust anyone here anymore, as my 'friends' never liked me, they just used me to get my life story around the school. And now I'm known as a freak, just because my little sister was born with dementia, which means she can't walk and lives in a wheel chair, and the only way she can tell us if something is wrong, is sort of make noises with her mouth, or cry. It's not fair that I live a healthy life, and yet she lives in pain, and the worst part of it is this is supposed to be her last year, as the doctors say her brain is now starting to deteriorate as the disease has grown rapidly, and living is starting to become too much for her to handle, and that its time, but they can't tell us when this time is, just that we should be expecting it. People here don't seem to understand the truth, they only see her as a retard, so I'm instantly known as a freak. But really I'm just normal 17 year old Ruby, with wavy brown hair that looks black when it's not in the sun, which runs a while past my shoulders .I'm fit and have a good body as I play softball outside of school, which Is my other escape.
"Alright then." I heard him mutter.
"So what do we need to paint?" He asked, I'm guessing he was trying to start conversation.
But before I could answer, a girl in front of us turned around, and smiled seductively at him.
"We have to paint a happy memory, something memorable, something we can have together." She purred and batted her eyelashes that were soaked in thick blotchy mascara.
I rolled my eyes, and I saw his look of disgust at the corner of my eye.
"No thanks." She spun around with a 'humph'.
And that was the last any of us heard from each other.
"Hey freak." I turned at my known nickname to come face to face with Sam, the girl that had been rejected by the new guy.