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"Okay, I have to go, I've got class in like twenty minutes," Blaize said, shoving the last bite of toast in her mouth and shouldering her backpack. 

"Your dad will give you a ride," her mother said from behind her, but Blaize just continued out the door, closing it tightly behind her.  She put both headphones in, smashing her fists into the pockets of her PVRIS hoodie as she walked down the sidewalk toward school.  She had . . . What was it?  History? Math?  She didn't remember, just that the councilor had recommended she move classes and so she had to get to school an hour earlier.  Huffing and turning the volume up as someone walked past her, she mouthed the words to the Bring Me the Horizon song (Suicide Season) that was playing loudly in her headphones.  She nodded her head slightly, her vans hitting the cement at the tempo of the song.  She could see her breath hanging in front of her each time she exhaled, and she walked past the small clouds as soon as they came out of her mouth.  The dark sky above her was spitting slightly, but it wasn't quite raining.  She felt better today than she did the previous night, when she had cried herself to sleep.  Saying she had made some not too smart choices last night would be an understatement, her hip was burning as her jeans rubbed against the thin cuts on it.  She turned her music up farther in attempt to drown out her thoughts, still mouthing the words and looking around her, now nearing the school.

When she got to class, she went directly to a random seat, taking her headphones out and putting them in her pocket as she sat down.  A short boy with dark hair and light colored eyes walked in the door not too long after herself, and she recognized him vaguely but not enough to know his name.  She took off her snapback, running her hand through her turquoise-colored hair and put her hat back on, then rolled up the sleeves on her sweatshirt.  These were nervous movements, and she knew it.  Her anxiety was getting to her, with new-er people around her.

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"Do I look like I have any clue?" The teen's light orbs seemed to darken as he glared at the man in front of him. It was one of Damian's friends, one of the nice men who existed only to have sex and torment Ryan on a daily basis. Whether it was physical torment, verbal abuse, or causing Ryan to be deprived of sleep because of their loud, drunk arguments during the night. He'd gotten somewhat used to it, but that didn't mean he would just lay down and let himself be beat.

"And if you'd kindly /leave/, I can get back to getting ready for school." He sneered slightly at the other man, before feeling a force slam into his face. The bastard had punched him. Ryan's hand went up to his eye before he looks up with a glare, promptly slamming the door in the man's face. He didn't fucking care what Dami would do after this, he was just /done/. Walking into the bathroom, Ryan pulled off his beanie, running his hands through his hair before looking up into the mirror. The shiner was already a deep hue, and Ryan honestly had no idea how he was going to cover /this/ up from his counselor.

He shrugged the thought of people asking questions and continued to get ready, pulling on a hoodie of his t-shirt. He grabbed his backpack, popping a few Advil before walking out the door, locking it behind him. He didn't want that /creep/ in his room.

Light rain sprinkled his shoulders as he walked to the school, Sleeping With Sirens blasting loudly through his earbuds. Water splashed around his converse, darkening the fabric slightly. And don't even get him started on the clothes. His black clothing was sticking slightly to everywhere, hugging his hips. With every walk, he winced slightly, the rough material rubbing against his scars.

After that fantastic walk to school, Ryan was already ready to just sit down and sleep, which he was pretty sure he could actually do. Science was his best subject, and he had maintained a 104 all semester. He walks to his seat, passing a girl with turquoise hair. He ended up being seated right behind her.

He dozed off and on, his eyelids occasionally shutting for a few moments at a time. That is, until he heard about the test. Their teacher began to pass out the tests, saying they had half an hour to complete it. Ryan was doing pretty good on it, before noticing the girl in front of him. She was shaking, and Ryan swore he saw her rock back and forth a few times. He decided that he should at least try and help and reached out to tap her on the shoulder.

"Hey, are you okay?"