BLUNT

Chapter 1:A strange girl on the way home.

She has long black hair, glistening in the sun light. As it glistens i smell a soft scent of vanilla. Everyone crowds around her in class, boys and girls alike, but remain at my desk, my head in my arms as I ignore any calling of my name, not wanting to deal with any unnecessary conversations. "How's your day going?"
or "You look sad."
things that simply make it worse. Not that i'm sad in the first place, but rather out in a mood in which i'm slightly irritated. Perhaps subconsciously at myself, my face or manner being in such a state that someone has to check up on me. I close my eyes, drifting into a state of threshold consciousness. The popular girl keeps calling my name, but I choose to keep my comfort.
"Hey dumbass!"
says the popular girl. Her and her goons surround my desk and I raise my head to avoid further irritation.
"What?"
I reply with a fake sleepy voice. As I look up at her closer I wonder why she's so popular, Ms.Black hair is much more attractive, why would anyone follow Ms.populars influence? "You're in my seat, can you move?"
she says in an impudent attitude.
"Your seat?"
Though I know she's mistaken my seat for hers, I choose to entertain myself by pretending it's hers and refusing to move.
"Yea can you move?"
"no"
Her face shows a strange expression and her goons strangely baffled at my refusal as if I just slapped her.
"Move dimwit!"
She continues to persist, making it more difficult on herself, though i'm not complaining, as seeing her stress brings a sort of comfort and joy to me.
I pull out earphones as they stare at me, I make direct eye contact with her as I overly exaggerate the action of putting the earphones in.
"What?"
Her eyes widen and her eyebrows narrow in what I read as rage, a truly unattractive face.
The teacher enters the room telling everyone the seating chart after a good morning to the class.
As Ms. popular is humbled she grumbly sits in her assigned desk.
class goes on for what seems forever of staring at my shoes through my arms. As the final bell rings, students rush out of the class, acting as if they aren't going to laze around the moment they set foot into their houses. I walk out of the entrance of school and begin my walk to home.
On my way home i stare at the screen of my phone, completely losing myself in digital comics. While i'm walking someone runs into me.
"Ah! i'm sorry!"
She was around 5 foot and was brunette, cute too. She somehow fell onto her butt during the collision and hurt herself. I offer a helping hand by extending my arm towards her, but she remains on the floor, struggling to get up. I see this struggling as i assume she hadn't seen my helping arm and i pick her up by the armpits. She appeared very startled, which isn't unreasonable.
"i'm sorry for running into you!"
her voice is soft and cute, having a slight southern accent to it. As I examine her face, I notice her eyes are a unique gray i've never seen before.
"Are you blind?"
As i said this her face goes dull into an awkward frown. As the clouds shift the sunlight exposes more details of her face, freckles lining from her cheek to the bridge of her nose, downturned eyelashes, with thick eyebrows. I look her up and down noticing scars on her arms, messy unclean lines.
"what happened to your arms?"
her face gets even more sad, looking on the verge of tears. She clutched her arms to herself, hiding the scars.
"It's none of your business"
seeing someone so helpless, so vulnerable, gave me a strange feeling of superiority and a need to protect, similar to how a parent feels to there child.
"were they on purpose?"
I ask hesitantly. She looks down, sad.
"no."
"how did you get them then?"
She flinches at the question.
"i have to go."
She shifts her weight the other way, walking the opposite direction of my house. I quickly shift my focus back to my manga, reading it all the way home. As I enter my house i kick off my shoes at the front door, walk up stairs and dramatically plop onto my bed. My eyelids become heavy, giving no resistance, i fall asleep.