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“Life was hard. Life IS hard.” was the only thing Four could say and think in his head while fighting himself to try getting up for school. He hated school, it was a nightmare for him and all the others that go through the same situation as him. No friends and no social life. All he had relied on to survive school was the school library on the second floor. It was usually quiet besides the usual ‘weird kids’ that like to come up and use the computers to play the educational version of Minecraft that was installed on the computers before the winter term started. Spending all day in that library wasn’t too bad for him, but he knew it would be better if he had the confidence to be in the cafeteria for once without thinking everyone’s eyes are on him, judging his every move like an exam. Not to even mention what goes on at home. Constant yelling and verbal abuse doesn’t help either, therefore making school both the worst and best place he has yet.
Ever since the new year started Four had a feeling something would change either for the good or bad. The thought gave him slightly more confidence than usual when going to school because he didn’t know what would happen. Being realistic he knew for a fact he’s just lying to himself to try and give him a form of motivation to be in that place that wasn’t escaping from his home and it just made him feel better. So he ran with it. After debating for 5 minutes whether to get up or not he finally decided to get dressed. He got up from his warm bed into the cold air of his room that hit him like a brick, making his body shiver and making him want to get back into bed. Fighting the urge to not was already killing him. Four groaned to himself as he went to his wardrobe and picked out the same outfit he wears almost everyday - washed out blue jeans, random shirt and a zipper.
“No wonder i get picked on.”
Four mumbled to himself, looking in the mirror and taking in his appearance. He was slightly fatter than his peers and had small scars from previous incidents on his face that were fading.
He continued getting ready. Lightly brushing his hair so it didn’t look a mess and slipped his shoes on. Four never really takes care of his hygiene, not on purpose or because he’s too lazy but just because he just genuinely forgets to do the simple things. He focuses so much on the little things that his mind fogs out the basics. Thankfully for him no one really notices since no one besides teachers and maybe one person willingly speak to him. As per usual he slung his bag over his shoulders, making his posture worse and put on a pair of white gloves. He wore these gloves all the time. They don’t hold any sentimental value to him but he feels somewhat incomplete without them. Before leaving he sprayed a squirt of cologne onto his neck that no one would smell off him, grabbed his phone, headphones, and went downstairs to quickly flee the house before his mother noticed him, skipping breakfast completely.
As he walked to the bus stop where he would get picked up, the cold winter air brushed through his lungs making him wish he brought a jacket. He put on his headphones to block out the noise of people around him. Never really listening to anything but using them more as ear defenders. Thankfully for him the bus picked him up not too far from his house so he wouldn’t have to suffer in the crisp wind for too long. Four walked for a few minutes, enjoying the peacefulness and appreciating every moment of it before it was ruined and crushed the moment he got to the bus stop where it would
be crowded with loud, annoying people.
“I should go on walks more often, this is the most peace i get.” Four thought to himself before stepping foot near the busy, crowded bus stop.
Four knew the bus stopped a bit further up from the stop. So, he walked a little bit further away from the large group that was standing there. He was usually the only one at the top meaning he got on the bus first. Why does no one come up here anyway? i mean wouldn’t that be the smart choice? Anyway the only people there were just him and a few randoms that didn’t bother him. The bus came at about 8:10, it was 8:06. Four had about four minutes to kill (no pun intended) so, he just went on his phone for the time being. Scrolling mindlessly through social media. He was in a daze on his phone which was interrupted by the sound of screeching tires infront of him.
He looked to his left and saw everyone from the bus stop walk up to the bus like a stampede which honestly scared Four a little bit. As the doors open, he’s hit with hot air coming from the vents in the bus. He was so thankful his school could at least afford a good bus in moments like these. Four stepped on the high stairs and gave the driver a wave indicating a ‘thank you’ which probably didn’t hit the driver. Four looked at all the seats to choose from and decided to sit in his normal spot. The window seat right at the front. It was just perfect for him. The fact it’s at the front so that it’s not loud and he can get off quickly, in the corner at the window so he can have his music video moments, and its typically empty too.
As the bus started Four began to fall asleep due to only having about 4-5 hours of sleep because of insomnia. His sleep was peaceful and not broken which was great but suddenly he woke up panicking, thinking he hadn’t got off the bus and the bus drove away with him still on it. (the bus driver checks anyway, is he stupid?) Heavily breathing, he took his headphones off and looked behind him to see people getting up. He almost started praising the lord that he woke up just in time. Four picked up his back and hung it off his shoulders before stepping down the boarded stairs and walking off the bus. In the distance he could see his hell hole of a school that he really WASN’T excited to walk to. Yet, he still did. Four speed walked to get away from the large crowd getting off the bus but came to a halt due to the slippery road. After careful stepping across, he had reached the doors of his school. Not too excited for what it holds but he knew just to suck it up and walk in.
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“Hey, Four!”
Said a familiar voice, coming from the left of Fours locker
Slowly, Four turned his head sternly. It was Mario. Mario isn’t completely considered a friend to Four but instead more someone he can talk to so that he doesn’t actually die. He also thought Mario thought the same since they never hung out together outside of school, or even message. It was usually only over homework or something related to school. The school was cold and smelt weird. There were tons of people talking. So much so it was hard to hear what was going on.
“Hey, mario-“
Four said quietly before being interrupted by the feeling of something hitting the back of his head.
Four heard a familiar laugh behind him. It was Bob this time. He refused to turn around and giving them the reaction he wants and instead pretended he didn’t feel it or hear him at all.
“So um- do you know anything about that assignment in chemistry? i can’t actually figure out if it’s something about acids or reactions.”
Four said to Mario, trying to ignore the crumpled paper that hit him.
As mario was explaining, Four tuned himself out until
the bell went off. He just wanted it to look like someone was talking to him. After a few minute the bell finally rang and the hallways slowly become more crowded. Four pushed his way through the crowd in an attempt to get to his first class on his schedule, which took a while but eventually he got there. Opening the door, Sitting down peacefully trying to blur out the noise around him.
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“Fuck me today tiring.” Four said quietly mumbling, while taking a deep breath. Hes in his last class of the day, english. He thinks english is a waste of time and doesn’t make sense so usually he’s not paying attention. Passing time doing fuck all he can, he starts flicking his pencil. Trying his best he tries doing a cool trick. The pencil slowly fell out his hand and onto his desk, making a loud noise. He picked it up and tried again. This time it fell onto his paper so it made less noise than before. Then, he tried again because he refused to give up. His pencil dropped to the floor and rolled under the chair of the desk beside his. Out of embarrassment, Four didn’t ask for it back. He refused to risk talking to someone he didn’t know. So, he grabbed another pencil out his pocket. There was a tap on his shoulder. He felt his stomach drop. “Who is tapping me-“ He thought to himself. Feeling his body tense up at the fact someone’s trying to get his attention, he gulped and turned around.
oh
my
god.
Beside him was the most jaw dropping man ever. Who is this? Has he always been here? His eyes were like an amber. His skin looked soft and slightly tan. The way his hair was flicking out at the back and was slightly longer than the standard hair length for men. He had an eyebrow piercing that really complimented his beautiful face. It’s like a miracle appeared in-front of him. He was practically glowing right then and there in Fours face. He couldn’t take his eyes off him. The angels finger stayed on Fours shoulder for a minute. Though such a small touch it felt like everything to him. Four stared at him for a minute before being taken back into reality.
“This your pencil?”