✦Sean✦

"Fucking punk…white-haired fucking snowflake…” I grumble under my breath I slammed my locker shut and slung my backpack strap over my right shoulder. Shoving my hands in my pockets and headed out of the school. Fucking nose still fucking hurt. All the damn guy had to do was just keep walking after I called him a snowflake. He didn’t have to turn around and tell me that I was being rude for calling people names. Did he think I was fucking stupid? He’s not the only new kid here…UGH fuck him I mean seriously…I was challenged to do it anyways. I wasn’t originally planning on picking a fight. I just wanted to do was just get my things and go home. If Andy wouldn’t have been able to nab me and pull me around with him…

Sighing to myself I stand outside of the doors to the school and look up at the sky, Why did I get so fucking enraged just because the fucking snowflake wouldn’t back down. It was a blind rage at that on top of the fact that of all people Sasuke came in and defend the kid… I didn’t even recognize him... Of course, it took him socking me in the face to snap out of it. Why is it that snowflake got so upset and in my face like that in the first place? His hair is pure white, I’m sure he has some childhood friends that would call him snowflake or at least something fucking close to the god damn thing.

A heavy sigh escapes my lips as I run my fingers through my hair pulling my bangs out of my face for only a few moments before they fall back in place. Everything…everything was freezing around him too. It felt like the temperature was dropping until Sasuke came in, "Sasuke Kasai and Toshiro Unido, please come to the main office," Mrs. Chatman the principal’s secretary’s voice rang over the loudspeaker.

Clicking my tongue bring my gaze back down to in front of me, “Great…they’ll probably think I went to the principal and whined or something.”

Heading to the dorms I keep out of the way other some of the people that are running late to their sports practice. No, no they couldn’t think that I was the one that went and ratted us out. Why would I do that? Mr. Kaisai is filling in for Mr. Wolfe, so that would be so fucking stupid of me to go and do that. That’s just ratting myself out in the end and making myself get detention and I really can’t afford to do that. Yeah, I mean, I was just as shocked and a bit panicked when my shirt caught on fire. How the hell did a fire start on my shirt? Where did it even come from? Maybe it was some freak phenomenon that was a one and a bazillion chance of it happening. But, blue flames? Those are the hottest flames…

Opening up my door to my dorm I toss my bag onto my bed and go over to my dresser to pull out a change of clothes and a pair of shorts. I am staying in the dorms that are on campus, but my foster parents asked me to come home tonight to babysit so they could go out on a double date.

Yeah, I have foster parents. No, I'm not adopted…I've never been adopted. I've gone from foster home to foster parents, back to foster homes, then back to foster parents. That’s where I am now. I’m with the Carlson family. Don’t get me wrong they’re a really nice family but...I just don’t feel like I belong there. Let’s be realistic I’ve felt like I don’t belong anywhere. I don’t even know my real parents. I don’t know who they are or why they chose to give me up…It’s my goal when I graduate to try to find them. But Zimmer is such a common last name I feel like I’m at a dead end before I even get started.

“That was awesome man,” My roommate Andrew who’s also the captain of the swim team came into the room. Andy has short orange hair that looks like someone turn the opacity down to around sixty percent for the shade of ginger that he is. But his ice blue eyes practically glow against his slightly tanned skin. He’s wearing a black muscle shirt that is showing his athletic build that looks more so like he’s well on his way to being more so a football player than a swimming captain, under his black and blue track jacket from the swim team last year along with a pair of baggy blue jeans and white and blue running sneakers.

I chuckle a little at how he thinks that little quarrel that I was in awesome. Of course, he really had nothing to worry about. Why you ask? His last name is Wolfe…that's right he's the principal's son. Well, currently Sasuke is until Andrew's father is back to full health and comes back, but according to Andy, he can get away with anything and everything. I know fucking great right, “It was just some stupid fight because the kid couldn’t take a simple nickname,” You fucking know this, you’re the one that told me to give the kid a nickname in the first place. I toss my clothes in my bag on top of my books that I need for homework tonight.

“Hey, where ya goin’? We were supposed to go to the pool so I could show ya around',” He slapped my back and I fell forward a little bit.

"Sorry, Andy. I have to go babysit for my foster parents tonight. I’ll more than likely just spend the night there so you’ll have to room to yourself. We can check out the pool tomorrow though,” I respond smiling at him, then zipping up my bag and tossing it over my shoulders properly carrying my backpack.

“Come on man, live a little,” He said flopping an arm over my shoulders.

I spin out of his hold and shake my head, “I just got with this family I’d rather not fuck up my relationship with them right off the bat. I don’t really want to go back to a foster home,” I declined instantly. As much as I love swimming, I can’t go, I have to do this. He scoffed and crossed his arms over his chest. He looked like he was about to open his mouth to say something and I glared at him, “You know it’s a touchy subject so unless you want to get into a fight don’t say a thing,” I instantly stop whatever fucking thought is in his head and spin on my heels and leave the room.

Andy was one of those people that I’ve known since actually before elementary. The Wolfe family was one of the families that were my foster parents. But Andrew kept blaming stuff that he did on me so it got to the point where they got fed up with me and sent me back to the home. He’s loved picking on me, I act tough but…I guess I’m really not all that tough. I thought that getting away from Andrew and everyone would be better for me…that wasn’t the case. The same thing kept happening to me no matter where I went. It’s like I don’t belong anywhere.

Shaking my head rapidly letting my black hairbrush against my closed eyes. My hair was always a mess. I never really brush it. There was no point I feel. It wasn’t so long that I needed to brush it, but it wasn’t really all that short either. “I can’t be thinking like this. I have to babysit,” I muttered to myself pumping myself up a bit as I turned down the street that had the house that my foster parents were on. It was actually just around the block from the Kaisai house. I was kind of shocked when I noticed that on a run before school started.

There was a part of me who really wanted to go rushing down their driveway and knock to see if anyone was home and go “Guess who’s back!” But I didn’t. I told myself that I would do it on the way back to the house, but when I got into town with my run I ended up running into Andrew and his friends from the swim team.