Status: Awkward 3 year hiatus is over. Probs lost all my readers. RIP. Comment or something if you want this ongoing :)
365 Days.
340.
Chase has been avoiding me,
Malcolm is off on some family trip.
There’s nobody here for me.
I’m all alone.
School had never occurred to me to ever be so boring.
The class door opens,
and all the students turn to face it.
Who was this latecomer to Art?
How dare they?
Everyone glares on as the door opens,
for everyone here takes art seriously,
the other art class is for the ones who muck about.
But the person who enters,
isn’t a latecomer.
In fact,
he seems to be a new student.
Malcolm is off on some family trip.
There’s nobody here for me.
I’m all alone.
School had never occurred to me to ever be so boring.
The class door opens,
and all the students turn to face it.
Who was this latecomer to Art?
How dare they?
Everyone glares on as the door opens,
for everyone here takes art seriously,
the other art class is for the ones who muck about.
But the person who enters,
isn’t a latecomer.
In fact,
he seems to be a new student.
The art teacher looks up,
“Oh,
you’re the new student,
aren’t you?”
And offers a beaming grin.
“What’s your name?”
“Oh,
you’re the new student,
aren’t you?”
And offers a beaming grin.
“What’s your name?”
The boy pushes his almost white hair out of his eyes,
“Mickel.”
“Mickel.”
I hear a small murmur of whispers erupt,
see people turn and stare at him even more.
Though this time with shock and curiosity.
On my left,
I hear a whisper.
see people turn and stare at him even more.
Though this time with shock and curiosity.
On my left,
I hear a whisper.
“That’s him,
the new guy,
Mickel Jonathan,
I hear he got expelled from fifteen schools.”
Another voice interrupts,
“I thought it was seventeen.”
And another,
“Guys, please,
it was totally more than that.”
The argument continues in quiet whispers.
The teacher looks around the room,
gestures to the spare spot beside me,
“You may sit there.”
the new guy,
Mickel Jonathan,
I hear he got expelled from fifteen schools.”
Another voice interrupts,
“I thought it was seventeen.”
And another,
“Guys, please,
it was totally more than that.”
The argument continues in quiet whispers.
The teacher looks around the room,
gestures to the spare spot beside me,
“You may sit there.”
The guy,
Mickel Jonathan,
nods and moves over,
gracefully,
strongly,
dominantly,
proudly and with dignity,
like a lion,
to sit beside me.
He glances at me,
“Hey.”
Mickel Jonathan,
nods and moves over,
gracefully,
strongly,
dominantly,
proudly and with dignity,
like a lion,
to sit beside me.
He glances at me,
“Hey.”
I stare at him some more,
up close he’s so perfect,
sharp angled dark brows,
straight soft-looking hair,
perfect nose,
not too big nor too small,
and lips that almost beg to be kissed.
up close he’s so perfect,
sharp angled dark brows,
straight soft-looking hair,
perfect nose,
not too big nor too small,
and lips that almost beg to be kissed.
“Um, hello?”
He waves a hand in front of my eyes.
He waves a hand in front of my eyes.
I blink a few times,
blush furiously,
and look away.
“Sorry.”
blush furiously,
and look away.
“Sorry.”
A smirk curves his lips,
He opens his mouth to say something…
He opens his mouth to say something…
And a girl appears out of nowhere,
“Is it true that you’ve been kicked out of seventeen schools?”
“Is it true that you’ve been kicked out of seventeen schools?”
Mickel calmy looks at her,
“Twenty-three,”
he corrects her.
“Twenty-three,”
he corrects her.
The girl looks surprised for a moment,
her gaze slides over to me briefly for a second before she turns,
with a small flick of the hips and hair,
and struts off back to her friends.
her gaze slides over to me briefly for a second before she turns,
with a small flick of the hips and hair,
and struts off back to her friends.
Mickel doesn’t seem to even be interested,
already a pencil in hand,
sketching something.
already a pencil in hand,
sketching something.
I peek over the top of his page.
“You’re good,”
I say softly,
eyes adoring the work.
“You’re good,”
I say softly,
eyes adoring the work.
Without a word,
Mickel only looks at me,
grins a bit and blows onto the page,
brushing imaginary dust or rubber bits off,
even though he hadn’t rubbed anything out.
Mickel only looks at me,
grins a bit and blows onto the page,
brushing imaginary dust or rubber bits off,
even though he hadn’t rubbed anything out.
For a second I smell something familiar in his breath.
Smoke.
He smokes.
(Does nobody ever care to want to live anymore?)
I look at him once more,
only now noticing the slightly chapped lips and small burns on his fingers.
I pull back,
pretending I have work to do of my own.
Smoke.
He smokes.
(Does nobody ever care to want to live anymore?)
I look at him once more,
only now noticing the slightly chapped lips and small burns on his fingers.
I pull back,
pretending I have work to do of my own.
He notices,
leans in,
a small little tease to his tone
“That’s quite rude…
I guess nobody ever taught you manners,
little virgin.
Perhaps I can fix that.”
leans in,
a small little tease to his tone
“That’s quite rude…
I guess nobody ever taught you manners,
little virgin.
Perhaps I can fix that.”
I stare.
What?
What?
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Ah, sorry for having taken a bit long to update! Been busy - and will be all next week as well :oTrying to get updates in though xD
Again, thank you to the wonderful commenters!! Ily ^.^
And this be Mickel.
