Oranges

Chapter One: School Bench

I sit there, on the warm brown wood bench with countless messages carved into the wood. Some of them say:

"M + L 4 EVER" 

"<----- Gay Lord Fucker"

"Death"

"Love

Hate"

and others were so poorly done, they didn't even make sense on mars. The cool autumn leaves were being roiled around the floor by gentle summer breeze. 

I observing my fellow school mates play; football, tag, bully dog  and so on. I say "mates" none of them new who i was, i was just the boy on the bench with braces who ate sandwiches. No-one talks to me just there and never noticed. That when  i notice that there was a boy and a girl sitting on the bench next to me. The girl had long brown hair which looked like they went on for ever, i have never seen her she must not be any of my lessons. however, i knew who the boy was, he was trouble. He is like that classic school bully;  hes on the football team and doesn't give a shit about anyone expect if they have a pair of tits or can kick a ball into a net. His Name Luke.

I look over to them again and i sse that she was on his lap and her touge was deep inside each other's mouth. He had a furm grasp on his left boob. I found myself starring at them like a vulture would stare at there prey. The girl catches me staring at them kissing or what ever it is and simple stuck her middle finger at me. i quickly looked down at my packlunch and stared unwrapping my sandwich it was ham and cheese like every day i take a bit out of it and look back up to the school yard. I look back down at my packlunch and i see that my mum has put a orange in it. she nows i hate oranges. I roll my eyes as if i havent told her like 100 times and throught in the bin.

I Hate Oranges.

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 School is over and i am free, my thick brown hair is flowing in the wind somepeople say its too long for a boy to have but i love being different. I look up at the trees which acts as my sheald from the sun, however some sunlight was percing thought shining in my eyes. i could here the sound of birds singing in the distance, it made me feel safe. I felt so free like a bird going souh for the winter. I spread my hands out letting go of the handle, close my eyes, as i go down a small hill on my street, it was quite steep.

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