Adbrei Akaiti Kennaway | 15 | M | N->C | Mentions; Locker Pals(Ind.), Open
Adbrei had woken up late. Of course he had, what was he expecting? His brothers hadn’t bothered checking on him yet either, otherwise he wouldn't have woken up late.
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He was glad… And yet he wasn’t. He was glad because since his ‘incident’, as everyone else called it(They’re wrong), up until a couple of weeks from now… They had been treating him like glass. Fragile and see through and weak. They never bothered to hide their hate of him before, so what was so different now? He’d almost died, boo hoo. Whatever. Keep treating him the same way though, he can’t deal with the damned pity.
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He wasn’t glad though, because he did not like to be alone. And because no one came to check on him, to wake him up… He had woken up, alone. Which meant that his thoughts were swirling from the second he opened his eyes all up to now. And they’d continue, he knew that.
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He took a deep breath and looked around the empty room, his eyebrows furrowing. He got up on shaky legs, not wanting to leave the comforts of his sheets but knowing that if he didn’t- His mom would be even madder with him and he’d be even later to school.
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He got changed quickly, not wanting to have to see his scars too much. He grabbed his secret pocket knife from under his pillow(Take that mom! If I was going to do something I would’ve already). Then he turned and grabbed his backpack, slinging it over his shoulders.
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He considered grabbing his glasses, but he guessed that would only make him more of a target at this new school. He already knew he was going to hate it here, the air felt so stale and dead. Not that the big city had been any better but at least there, there was actually stuff to do to ignore it.
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He left his room and trudged down the hallways, going to leave through the door when he heard his name being called by his mom, he turned and looked over to her(More so her general direction, he can’t see that far away). “Y-Yeah mom?”
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“Be good at school today, if I get a single phone call then trust me, you are going to be grounded for a very long time. Is that understood, mister?” Oh, great, the mom voice. The one she uses when she’s actually serious…
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“I-I know th-that m-mom, yo-you told m-me a-a thou-thousand times alr-ready…” And without waiting to hear her response, he turned and left the house, beginning his lonesome walk to school…
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The silence meant he was alone with his thoughts, he hated it. Why couldn’t he have waited for one of his brothers? He hated it. The hand that was in the same pocket as the knife fiddled with the handle nervously. Would it really be too bad if he… No, stop. No. He wasn’t supposed to be doing it yet, not when there was a chance his mom could still check. Then again, she hadn’t checked in a while now… No, he had to wait.
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Wait for when he inevitably gets into trouble so bad that mom stops caring for a day or two, then he could do it as much as he wanted. Besides, if this place ended up being anything like his old school(Which was very likely, in his opinion), then some random people could do some stuff for him. He wouldn’t even try to stop them this time.
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As soon as he reached the gates of the school, he froze, staring. He didn’t want to be here, he didn’t want to be here. His breath quickened and his eyes darted around the courtyard. Was it too late to sneak back home? Sure, he’d be grounded but- He felt someone bump into his shoulder as they walked into the courtyard, he didn’t pay attention as to what they looked like. He couldn’t, not when that spot felt all prickly and he felt nauseous and he wanted to hide. But he was frozen and so he simply stood there, his breathing getting worse and the grip on the handle tightening. He felt tears in the corners of his eyes(Isn’t that just pathetic?) and he had to blink a few times to keep them from falling because he was not going to cry on his first day.
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He pushed himself forward and into the courtyard, trying to keep his gaze on the ground and dodge people to get into the building. The sooner he could get to the classroom, the better. The less people that touch him, the better.
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He stopped at the locker that the weird person that had shown him around the school had said would be his. There was a group of students nearby, all huddled together at a different locker, whom he decided would be best to avoid. They all were giving off murder vibes and quite frankly- He didn’t feel like getting beat up by the group just yet. Let him wallow for a few minutes, dear bullies. Please?
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He didn’t remember the code to open the locker in front of him(Of course, what had he expected? He was pathetic like that.) so he simply put his forehead against it and stared at the lock as if it would suddenly unlock on its own. He was hopeless, wasn’t he? He knew people were probably staring, he didn’t care. He didn’t… But he did, he did care and people were staring at him, and judging him, and he was going to get eaten alive at this school because all of these people had been going here since they were, like, ten and he was new and didn’t know anyone and no one would want to know him since why would they wanna leave the friends they already have for someone like him and-
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He sucked in a breath, blinking his blurred gaze back to normal before any tears could actually come. He didn’t want to be here and this stupid lock wasn’t going to open and everyone would know how pathetic and useless he was. He hated this. He hated everything. He hated everyone. He wanted out. Why couldn’t he have succeeded? Why had someone had to have found him? He didn’t want to be here…
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He continued to stare at the lock, it was just about the only thing he could really do at this point, huh? His back hunched further and he wished he was even smaller than he already was…
I.S.M/G.A.F | 16 | M | W&Ro/K&C | Mentions; Other Survivors(Ind/Dir.), Locker Pals(Dir.), Naomi(Ind.), Newbie(Ind.), Open.
Gwyar and Ichiyuu gave each other a single look before nodding their heads at one another and looking back at the other two already at the locker. They weren’t sure when the other two would get here.
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When a girl walked by, whispering about the news, Ichiyuu rolled his eyes and Gwyar suppressed the urge to do so.
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And then Gwyar did a double take, and then a triple take. That was Naomi, wasn’t it? The girl from the arenas from, like, over a year ago? He grimaced and tried to push his right arm further into his jacket’s pocket. And then her head jerked violently and hit a locker… One of her ticks, he was pretty sure… He was just glad it hadn’t happened any closer. He did not want to have to explain his, well, his bloodthirst to anyone.
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Ichiyuu winced at the sight, guessing his bad luck had tripped her up or something, and then immediately turned his gaze to the others around him. No way was he going to lose his rep over some bad luck.
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The girl walked away, shooting Gwyar a look before wincing and continuing. Ichiyuu glanced at said man to try and see why, though all he could really see was an awkward Gwyar. No different from usual. So he raised an eyebrow but otherwise remained the same. Gwyar shrugged using only his left and so Ichiyuu accepted it and looked back at the other two, Trevor and Pax.
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No way was he going to start a conversation though, he sucked at those. Plus, his mouth still hurt and he was sure Gwyar was going to say something eventually…
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And then a kid with hunched shoulders walked past them and to a locker, and while any other time it wouldn’t be so strange… Neither of them recognized the boy, and they simply leaned their forehead against the locker, staring at the lock. As if having no idea what to do. Ichiyuu rolled their eyes at the stupidity they had to have to be forgetting their code and Gwyar glanced around, eventually making himself look away.
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