Idiotic Intellect.

Chapter One: Roslyn Paisley.

"Miss Paisley!"

A Loud male voice booms throughout the closed in walls of a grey class in an even greyer school. Mapleleaf school, a rather large building in Southern England. The voice would trace back to Mr. Downrock, a maths teacher in the school and possibly the meanest teacher of all staff.

(That or he's bipolar as hell.)

Ah yes. The brackets indicate one of the voices in Roslyn's head. A very annoying and suicidal one at that. I am the other voice, the more narrative and aware voice which takes control. Anyway, back to Mr. Downrock.

A young teen the age of 15 lifted her head of short ruby hair off her hands as her glasses slid off her face. Her bright blue eyes looked up at the masculine teacher with worry as she expected the obvious:

"Outside. Now."

He furrowed his brow and glared at her, pointing a fat finger at the door as she slowly stood up gripping her skirt. The other kids in the class just laughed and whispered to each other.

(What an embarrassment. They're all laughing at you now and they're staring too. At your wonky glasses and your messy hair. Not to mention your overweight body and dry skin.)

The negative voice forces her into discomfort, but little does she know all of the girls are jealous of her curves. All the boys say she's the most attractive girl in their class.

(But they all think she's weird.)

That they do sadly, but it's who she is. Better to just be herself than the image of another. You do you.

"You haven't been paying attention all lesson, I doubt you even know the title." Mr. Downrock sighed crossing his arms.

"I... I do..." She avoided eye contact, pulling her sleeves over her hands. He stood tapping his foot as he awaited her answer.

"Quadratic... equations...?" She finally looked up at him wincing slightly as she swayed sheepishly.

He sighed and put his head in his hand. "That was last lesson, Roslyn..." He then looked at her placing his hands by his side. "You need to get it together. You're staying after class for a hour so we can re-do the class until you get it right."

She looked down and exhaled as he gestured her back into the class.

(Of course she wasn't going to that detention.)

She really ought to, but then she would miss her only place of escape. Music. She spent every break in the department with her only friend. Anya was a sweet girl once you got to know her, she was the most generous and selfless person in the world that was once she came out of her quiet, shy shell.

As the class ended, she slipped out as fast as she could and headed to the music department keeping her head down. Her heart beated quickly like a bass drum, the natural result of seeing so many people in one place as she walked. She should have gotten used to the fact there was hundreds of students at the school, but it kept creeping up on her.

(So many faces, looking at her. All on her. Judging her clothing, her hair, her face. Wait is there something on her face? Food? That's disgusting, no wonder why there looking.)

A sudden feel of unease swallowed her so she picked up her pace, just wanting to break into a sprint. The cold weather always got to her. Especially now it was November; her favourite month. Her nose would drip embarrassingly, almost like she was always sick and her eyes would water easily, making it look like she'd been in tears moments before arriving to class.

(Yet another thing that made her judged.)

She tugged down her sleeves as she walked into the music room shutting her eyes tightly and exhaling ready to just be herself. But when she opens them she meets the ugly reality. Instead of just her friend Anya, who is in the corner looking like she had seen a ghost, was about ten popular students thinking music was a place they could secretly go on their phones and gossip. She covered her mouth gasping as her eyes widened.

"No..." She managed to breathe.

Preps took over her only place to be calm. She saw an opening in the ocean of teens and slid through taking Anya's hand before pulling her out of the room and into the open. Anya was trembling and clutched Roslyn's shoulder managing to speak the words.

"W...why?" She looked up at Roslyn who sighed.

In comparison to Anya, her anxiety was just a pebble to a boulder.

"They don't even know how to play any instruments..." Roslyn sighed in reply. "Let's just go somewhere else."

Despite her acting, Roslyn was deeply upset and afraid. Anya wasn't very musical, but she enjoyed the solitude like Roslyn. But music for Roslyn was much more than a place. It was a Haven. Both physically from the outside world, and emotionally in her ears. Her heart felt like it had slowed beating the more and more she moved away from that department. Until she didn't even feel it anymore. Until she didn't even hear the words of passers by. Until she didn't even respond to Anya as they sat down by a tree far in the back of the field. Anya looked down feeling sorry for her, but partly feeling as if she had said something that upset her.

"Are you okay?" Anya puckered up the courage to ask looking up at her from twiddling her thumbs.

"No." Roslyn laughed a bit. "Not one bit." She sniffled.

"It will be okay, I mean... I like the outside.." Anya smiled looking up at the trees.

"I do too." She smiled and sighed in response.

"I like the cold. Is that weird?"

"Hah. Nothings weird when your with me. Besides, I like the cold too." They both laugh.

"Autumn's pretty. I think it would be nice to be outside a while." Roslyn smiled to Anya, who grinned and nodded too.

"We got kicked out huh?" Another girl walks over, her hands in her pockets and a glum look on her face as she huffed sitting down crossed legged.

This was Kim, the schools rebel. Aside from her rather punkish look, she was really sensative. When she came out as a lesbian, her entire reputation went immensely down that and her popularity. She used to rule the school with her lackeys but even they left her side. She was shunned upon in the changing rooms being accused of staring, but in her defense she just crossed her arms and said "I'm gay, not a pervert."

(She also used to be the head bully, calling Roslyn names and even pressured her into smoking once. She's a real asshole and a nuscience.)

And a friend. She only bullied them because she was insecure. But when she had no friends she came to them. No where to turn to, she saw how they were just like her. She's much like a protector now, no matter how scary she can be. She's got a heart bigger than there's.

"Not by a teacher this time." Roslyn exhaled scrolling through songs on her phone.

"By who then?" Kim said, slightly muffled as she lit a cigarette.

"Other students.." Anya looked at the music room sighing.

"You didn't invite them did you?" Roslyn looked to Kim.

"What? No way." Kim said blowing out smoke.

"I guess they just found their way in." Anya looked away.

"Their like cancer. Spreading and hurting so many people." Roslyn looked away as well.

"Cheer up you mopey pr*cks." Kim laughed bit looking at them both before lying back into the grass and looking up at the sky.

"Kim's right, I hate to admit." Roslyn sighed lying back too.

"Hey!" Kim snapped smirking.

"I guess so." Anya smiled a falling back into the grass smiling.

Roslyn hummed looking up at the clouds, the three girls making a triangle as none of them spoke. They just sat in silence. But it wasn't a bad silence, but a calm and happier one.