FicWad

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I watched the cigarette smoke leak from his mouth. It curled around his nostrils and faded into the grey, polluted air. I could hear the group around him laughing and talking. He wasn't. He sat silently amongst

it all. He took a long drag from his cigarette before casting his hazel eyes to the floor. He pulled at the dying grass forming a little pile of it near his worn, black converse.
Someone bashed my shoulder violently, causing me to simultaneously snap out of my daydreaming and drop my books. "Watch where you walking, freak." The sentence drifted from the guy who had pushed me. I sighed and picked up my books. A shy, mousy-brown figure shuffled towards me. He sniffed and pushed his glasses further up his nose.
"Gee?" He questioned. I continued to pick up my books and papers from the floor, ignoring my little brother. "Gee," He persisted quietly. "Are-are you okay?"
I inhaled a breath of cold air. The wind pushed it from my dry throat to the bottom of my lungs causing a shiver to run down my spine.
"Yeah," I croaked, close to tears as his friends sniggered behind him. "Just dropped my books, Mikes, stop being such a worry guts." I smiled shakily at him, with my eyes on the floor, before walking past. I held it together for my brother's benefit not for my own. He didn't need to stand up for me. He had done it once before. It had just caused more pain than it had stopped. His heart was in the right place though.

I walked through the school grounds whilst the cold air bit at my skin making it numb. I hugged my books to my chest and flung my hood over my jet black hair. Within minutes I found myself outside of the art block pushing the midnight blue door open. The warm, coffee scented air burned my skin back to reality. I slid my hood down and let the air surround my whole body. I dragged my feet towards Mrs. Hemmings' classroom. I knocked twice on the glass of the door before letting myself in.
Mrs. Hemmings smile greeted me as I put my books on a desk in the corner. "Back again are we Gerard?" She smiled.
"Yeah," I squeaked. "but I can go if you want." I said after clearing my throat.
"No don't go. You're no trouble." She continued to shuffle through the papers on her desk. I dropped my backpack onto the bleak vinyl floor and sifted through it. I found my battered old notepad and set it onto the graffitied table. I flicked through it, seeing charcoal characters my twisted mind had imagined, put onto paper and given life to. I began my next creation. Smudging rugged lines with a red index finger. Creating depth with soft pencil lines. I gave him the same hazel eyes. I looked at them intently and could almost feel them looking back. Boring into my soul. Seeing everything. Even my battle scars. The shrill of the school bell made me jump. I took a deep breath and slipped my notebook back into my backpack. I gave a half hearted wave to the silent Mrs. Hemmings before entering into a second hell. Only three more hours. Only three more hours of torture.

I watched the window pane steam up. It slowly masked the outside world from my view. Sealing me in. Keeping me shut up tight. Forced to survive in this classroom surrounded by those who hate me the most. I'd rather be invisible. I'd rather die. I flicked my eyes up to the middle aged substitute who was sat reading his newspaper. I remembered having an assembly where our principal stressed how important each and every minute of our education was precious and how each teacher, even substitutes, cared dearly about it. Liar. They couldn't care less as long as they got their pay at the end of the month. I concentrated on the zombie bunny I had began to doodle in the margin of the paper. I was perfecting his drooling mouth when a piece of scrunched up paper hit me in the face. I jumped making everyone laugh and the bunny's drool end up in the centre of my page. I picked up the ball and straightened it out.

'Stop being such a freak and get some friends.' It read.

I sighed and angrily brushed it to the floor. Why don't they stop being retarded and get a brain. Even if they did somehow get a brain I would use my zombie bunny to rip it from their skulls. Idiots. The bell rang and everybody ran out of the classroom. If there was a God I'd thank him for friday's. And for music. And for being able to draw. And for Mikey. And for my Ma.

Hope you liked it! There will be more soon I promise :D
xoxofrnk