I’m walking down the hall, all eyes on me. Not that it isn’t usual. I would stare at me two, I mean look at me. I have dark brown curls, ice blue eyes and scars scattered all over my body popping out perfectly against my tan skin. What’s not to love, right? Unfortunately that’s not why people look at me tho. They look at me because… well how bout i let you find out for yourself.
A pencil flies to my head and I catch it instantly. “Hey Monster Boy, I forgot about your supid reflexes. It’s been awhile since I’ve seen you and I think you look just as monstrous as before maybe even more now.” I walk to my usual seat at the back of the class and pull out my notebook and pencil. I’ve gotten pretty used to Gabe, the one that just called me Monster boy. Yeah, that’s my nickname ‘very creative’. It all started when I moved here when I was 12. My scars were a lot more prominent back then and I’d say my self of steam was shit. As soon as he saw me that year he made up the name and it stuck.
I never got asked to hang out or..i did but they would ask about my scars so I always declined. All the girls would run away from me like now and the teachers hardly look me in the eyes. It’s ok though because I don’t give two shits any more. Anyway class starts and the rest of the students take their seats. “Ok everyone, how was your three day weekend?”My teacher Mr. Jones said enthusiastically. The class responds with a grown, half of them a sleep. Mr. Jones sighs but continues on. “That’s great to hear. Minne was not so great I spent all weekend taking care of my sick wife. Not that i mind or anything. She…” He continues on with his bater while I zone out.
I look out the window. A tree, the road, grass, a bird now and then. I like to scan the contents outside when I’m bored. I find it very fun and interesting which is why I have tons of photos that do not consist of me or anyone for that matter. Just mother nature and the animals. The teacher finally stops talking about his personal life so i zone back in, not wanting to miss the lesson. He starts uttering words about what we’re doing today when some random guy comes bursting in.
“SORRY I’M LATE!” Rings through the classroom. Everyone’s heads are turned at this apparently new student. He has almost platinum blond hair, brown eyes and pale skin. He looks as if he is skin and bones and what’s stranger is that he’s wearing a turtleneck. It is black skin tight and is accompanied with skinny jeans. He rubs the back of his neck nervously. “ Sorry um, I’m a new student here. It took me a while to find my way.” Mr. Jones nods. “Ok. Well introduce yourself then.” He motions his hands as if to jester the words he didn’t say.(to the class)
The boy turns toward us. “Hi!! I’m Layla..” A few kids snicker at his name. “ Are you sure your a guy.” Nathan said,he’s Gabe's bestie. The teacher doesn’t say anything, just shakes his head. “I am 17 and i just moved from Austin Texas.” He smiled brightly at the class and a few girls smile at him as if he's a cute little puppy. “Well then… Layla go take a seat.” Layla looks around then he spouts me. He looks at me in a shocked manner but… but also like he is jealous. He then looks away and takes the seat right next to me. No one ever sits next to me.
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