Would someone like to soap with this plot?
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Blue squeezed into the school with the rest of the kids. He gazed at them quietly, observing. He knew his grade, mostly. He noticed the quiet angst of the new freshmans- even if they weren't aware of it- their anxiety and stress was through the roof. He caught a glance at the know-it-all seniors, whom thought they could run the place. This amused him, above all else. As everyone stampeded into the school, Blue found himself at the outside of the crowd, before feeling a hard fist slam into his shoulder.
"Ow!" He yipped, turning around. Foot traffic veered around him with many grumbles of complaints. A little stunned, he looked down to a tan figure whom had dreaded black hair in a bun. He clearly hadn't showered for a few days, and his eyes were sunken and tired. It was one of his friends, Rowan. "What?" He snapped.
"You don't talk to me all weekend, but yet you have the nerve to stay up all night on the forums?" He asked, clearly offended.
"I was busy." He grumbled, in defense, "I need advice on how I should go about installing this software.."
"Mhmm. Sure." The late bell rung, and Blue realized if he didn't hurry his homeroom teacher would be at his throat.
He ran down the hallways, bumping into some kids skipping class. They yelled in protest, and even said a few selective cusses, but he ignored them. He didn't have enough time for them, as it is. Blue entered the room, swinging himself into his seat recklessly. And when he looked up from his desk, a shot of terror ran through his spine. "Wrong class, dumbie." A kid called out.
"O-ops.." His head hung low, he retreated back into the hallways, wanting to sink into his locker.
(me too man me too) -
(x,D)
He stepped along, his slow footsteps seeming to echo in the long, now empty halls. His stomach was churning. Passing each cross way, he checked for any students that were hanging back in order to enter their homerooms right when the bell would ring. One particular group of students were stationed at the corner of one of the hallways, but they seemed intimidating and the sixteen year-old was nowhere near prepared to take his chances. Gambling with his social life was not something he was particularly interested in at that moment.
Continuing down the never ending road of shiny white, he heard a voice call from behind him. He turned to see a slender boy with rusty orange hair. He was clad in patchy pants paired with an oversized sweater, A baseball cap sat backwards on the boy's head. Liam waved sheepishly as two others joined the male. One was a girl with brightly dyed, pastel pink hair tied tightly into braided pigtails. The final character was a guy who was tall and muscular. This was the group he had made sure to pass by and now, here they were. He assumed that they had kind intentions and only shyly smiled.
"Ya new here?" the orange haired boy questioned, prompting Liam to nod vigorously.
"You lost?" the taller gentleman asked. Liam also was required to nod at this. The three approached him in a swagger-like manner with cocky grins on their faces.
"Where ya need to be?" The boy with the wispy brown hair showed them his schedule, pointing needily at Room C-10. He was grinning wildly, thankful that someone finally would be capable of aiding him in finding the classroom.
"Cat got ya tongue?" the girl asked, her eyes tightened into a perplexed glare. Liam swallowed, shaking his head 'no'. The remaining members of the group examined his actions.
"What's your name, yo?" the ginger spat. Naturally, Liam pointed to the paper. The three let out a series of chortles.
"You can't talk? C'mon, bro. Stop f---in' around," the ginger taunted as he snatched the boy's schedule right out of his hands. Liam grabbed at it, but was unable to catch it before it was given to the taller boy.
"Either you talk or you don't know where you go."
Helpless, Liam stared pleadingly at the girl. She only giggled, shaking her head.
"Sorry, babe, don't look at me." -
Meanwhile, Blue had been wandering the halls aimlessly, without purpose. He knew he was late, and he needed a few minutes to make up a lame excuse.
"I got lost"
No, that wouldn't work. He had been at the highschool for quite a few years, he knew his way around, and he had his teacher for multiple class periods.
"I slept in"
Although not a technical lie, people had seen him walk into the school.
"I forgot my backpack at home"
Nope, wouldn't work. People saw his backpack when he was walking at the school.
"I didn't feel well so I went to the nurse's office."
The nurse would be asked.
"I was in the bathroom"
No one goes to the bathroom for fifteen minutes, Jesus Christ.
Frustrated, Blue sunk down against the wall, his head in his hands. He wrapped his fingers around his nearly white hair. Down the hall, he heard a group of kids get louder and louder. He recognized their voices, indeed. Ah, yes, the popular kids of the school. The ones who couldn't ever seem to lay off.
I wonder who they're taunting now. Curious, he treaded to the end of the hall, where he peeked out from the corner. This kid didn't seem familiar. Oh! That's right. They were supposed to have a new kid today, weren't they? Ignorantly, Blue had completely forgotten. He noticed the new boy hadn't said anything while they were taunting them, and he eavesdropped for a few minutes as he deliberated on what to do.
Of course, he felt terrible to do so, but he had to be cautious. He couldn't just throw himself in the deep end to save someone. No, that would risk two lives. Metaphorically, anyways. He would have hoped his life wouldn't be at risk from a couple of teenagers who couldn't resist teasing the shy ones.
He also recognized this group as his least favorite; There were many groups of obnoxious teenagers. But these ones never went to class, never gave any hint of care for a breathing person besides themselves. Blue had some issues with them after he had moved; Apparently he had a funny accent. Looking back, he had no idea how he survived freshman year. -
The more he would attempt to show them that he was truly incapable of speech, the more agitated he grew. A few tears welled up in his eyes, but he furiously blinked them back in order to avoid being teased further. He moved his mouth a few times, but the ignorant group of teens seemed to believe that it was only a joke. The pumpkin-headed leader stared him down, crossing his arms across his chest in a fierce, top-dog motion. He smirked shaking his head and positioning his face so that it was almost pressed against Liam's, whose breathing hitched with the anxiety that he was going to be struck.
"Wow. You really aren't going to give up? What's so bad about showing me how to say your name? Don't you want me to address you correctly? Don't you want us to know who you are?" The boy smiled in an angry fashion, running his tongue along his bottom lip. His eyes flicked to the male with more height. He contemplated what he was about to do, and at that moment, it was as those two figures appeared on his shoulders. One told him to go for it, to show them who was boss. The other told him that it was a huge mistake, he would regret it in the end.
He leaped forward in an attempt to snatch his schedule right on back. This almost was a triumphant act. His fingertips grazed the paper and he stumbled forward as the guy backed away at the most opportune time. Liam pulled in a deep breath, throwing his hands up and backstepping. The orange haired male laughed maliciously, pushing him against the wall as though he was a toy that could just be knocked around.
"Don't ever try anything like that again, heh?" Liam's eyes searched for an escape route. -
Blue didn't want to get involved. It was the last thing he wanted. He was terrified of these people. He had spent his entire high school career hiding in the nerd group, hoping to be overlooked. And it worked. Until now. On an impulse, he walked up, ever so pathetically, and tapped the orange headed male's shoulder. For a brief second, he looked at the boy whom had been pushed against the wall.
He saw a bit of his younger self in him, yes. He had been in that situation countless times. He was pushed around, yelled at, made fun of. Beat up. He skipped countless days, afraid of what they would do. He was made fun of for having "old, baggy, stupid clothes."
"Can you even pick you size?" They mocked.
"Steal those off a hobo?" They said.
"I think our baby Blue looks cute today in that alcohol-drenched sweatshirt. Wonder how many times he's worked the street corner in that?" They would bicker and bicker and bicker.
Of course, Blue wasn't poor. He never was. However, he did run the illusion of it. With his baggy, loose clothes and worn out sneakers, which he rarely tied, that could happen. Some days he would dress up in his dad's dress shoes, shiny and midnight black. He would wear a tight white shirt with an old pair of blue jeans that he had attempted to patch, to no avail. This only had caused more teasing.
Perhaps this is why Blue had decided to turn that corner, and gently and meekly tap that bully on the back. Because he was never stood up for; no one cared about him when he was in trouble. No one should go through that suffering alone, he didn't think. It wasn't fair to be alone, scuffed up, beaten for whatever. No matter what this new kid was like, Blue had decided, at that instant, that he was worth turning that corner for.
And what did that mean? -
Liam's eyes lit up brightly as the boy backed off of him. He watched as the male turned to the new addition to the situation. This immediately sounded a new set of laughs and stabs about clothes and appearance. It would have been his turn to help, but it wasn't as though he could do much. Orange Guy, as Liam named him, spewed only a few rude expressions before ordering his tall henchman to return the paper. He coughed out angrily, tensing up as though he was going to hit one of the two boys. The female cracked her knuckles impatiently, rolling her eyes like a little girl in an argument with a protective mother. The three slowly walked away, but not before Orange Guy muttered,
"f--- you, man. Some bulls---." With that, as quickly as it all began, it was over. The sixteen year old smiled in an overjoyed manner, his goofy grin giving off nothing but a sense of kindness. He brought his hand up to his mouth, tilting in downward in the boy's direction. This gesture translated to 'thank you' in sign language. Liam stared at him with big eyes, taking his appearance in. He was grateful, appreciative that the other decided generously to step in. He unwrinkled the paper that the three had stolen away from him, putting his hand out in a way to ask for a handshake. -
(Also if I disappear I fell asleep lmao)
Blue grinned a little, in pride for what he had just accomplished. After all those years, it was that easy? Overjoyed, he shook the other boy's hand. It had already occurred to him once or twice that he might not be able to speak, which, apparently, those ignorants didn't get.
And if they did, that was just another reason to poke fun at the boy. Although, Blue, of course, wasn't sure whether the boy was quiet, just like he was, or completely mute. And honestly, it didn't matter much to him.
It also didn't occur to the blond boy that there were cameras surrounding the halls. However, they were rarely watched, clearly. However, if he was caught "skipping class", the whip would really be thrown down on him. This merely did not occur to him, as the blood was pumping through his veins a little too quickly to think clearly.
"You're new, correct? Do you know your homeroom?" Blue asked, in honest curiosity, as his blue eyes scanned the shorter boy. He was like an alien, in a way. New kids were always treated as such. Aliens, foreign, not worth as much as those who had grown up in the school district. Sometimes even completely ignored- if you were lucky. -
(Yo same it's like 4 o clock am xD)
Liam was so excited that he trembled gently, his teeth nearly chattering. He held his breath for a moment in an effort to calm himself. That, too, was shaky, but it did wonders to slow everything down for a moment. He allowed himself to absorb the questions that were presented to him and how he could best answer without humiliating himself. With that, he only nodded to signify that he was new to the school and shook his head to show that he was unsure of where he would find his homeroom.
He reached a finger up and placed it underneath C10, revealing the letter and number combination to the other gentleman. He crossed one leg over the other, uncomfortable as he feared the idea of having to verbally answer a question with the knowledge that he couldn't. He pushed that fear to the back of his head as he anticipated the runoff of directions. Completely pulling his jacket off, he was left in a long sleeved shirt that had the tin man from the Wizard of Oz watercolor painted on the front. It was an appealing design and one of Liam's favorite tee shirts. -
(Dude same I be in Florida rn)
"Interesting, very interesting." He mumbled to himself, before drawing his attention back to the boy. "Well, that's my homeroom as well. Do you mind if I show you in? I don't think I'll get yelled at nearly as harshly if you're with me." Of course, Blue found that he was talking a bit too much.
He was excited. A new student. Whom actually seemed to like him. He was ecstatic. He could have a friend! Not like he didn't already have plenty; But they weren't like him. Not all the way. Somehow they were all very diverse, and not always for the better.
Regardless, Blue didn't even wait for an answer. Instead, he friendlily grabbed the other boy's arm, gently, and tugged him softly as he began to walk down the tile halls.
And how terrible were the walls; The most ugly snot green. The flooring was so cheap, too. A faux marble tile-laminate that had been worn over the long years that the school had been open for. Full of dust, dirt and other miscellaneous substances; it appeared to have not been washed for a week. Disgusting. The lights were bright, as well, as if to showcase the disaster of the run down high school. It was at the end of the line, that was no secret. There had already been talk of a new high school. Oh, wouldn't that be a joy. -
(Yooooo say hi to my uncle Robbie)
The butterflies that had been fluttering around in his stomach to due his anxiousness seemed to break away as the friendly male took him along. He felt much more comfortable about the idea of the new school and people involved. He took notice of all of his surroundings, smiling dorkishly the entire time. Though the school's interior design may have been an eyesore, he was happy to be granted with a change of scenery. He was slightly upset that he had encountered a few bullies within his first hour of attending the school, but his new friend made up for the empty space that held.
Along the journey to he homeroom, he tried spotting markings for other hallways so that he would be capable of maneuvering through the space by himself if he was required to. A knot in his stomach reappeared at this thought.
He examined he back of the boy's head and body so that he would have the ability of recognizing the other if he had to. It was helpful people such as the boy that made him feel secure in new surroundings. He reminded Liam of his old friend, Marina, the girl he had been previously recalling. He held back another silly grin, not wishing for the other to find him strange or peculiar. Instead, he thought about the two himself and the similarities they shared. So far, it was only the fact that they were so willing to help when others deemed it a waste of time or saw it as a way to pick on a normal human being. -
(Lol totallyyyy)
Blue knew the homeroom was quite a bit further; but that may have just been a result of walking slowly. He was, after all, in no particular rush. He was going to get a lecture either way, no matter how slow or how fast he walked. So what was the point?
Since Blue had seen Liam's name on his schedule, he decided to say, "Your name is Liam, correct? Well I'm Blue." After all, it would be a little unfair for Blue to know his name, but Liam not to know his own.
Most people didn't even call Blue by his name. It was usually "hey kid" or "B". There was nothing wrong twitch this, but it did begin to bother him after a while. Knowing someone's name was a sign you cared about the person and their identity. Not knowing it or refusing to say it could be quite demeaning.
That didn't matter much, anyways. Blue never cared about his dignity, he supposed. He stuck out of the school like a sore thumb; that was clear. With his bright hair and lazy clothes, the hypersomniac was unable to be not noticed within a crowd.
As he thought this, he let go of the other boy's arm, letting his own arm fall to his side. His baggy gray sweatshirt covered his hand, as it had been stretched out after years of it being pulled around. -
(Ahhhh thanks yo)
The boy waved in order to express the fact that he had heard the name and would be able to remember it. He was slightly worried about being late to homeroom on his first day in the school, but he shrugged the fear away. In the company of Blue, he assumed that all would go smoothly and without many problems. He peered down each of the hallways as they walked along, spotting only a student or two lingering along the lockers and by classrooms whose teachers weren't around just yet. Liam absorbed everything he saw. It would aid him later on during the day.
He wanted to ask Blue a multitude of questions to get an understanding of who he was and what he was interested in. He was scared that the other boy would leave him as soon as he realized he couldn't actually speak. When he started school in Montana, most of the kids thought he was some kind of extraterrestrial lifeform who couldn't adapt to human ways of communication.It was hard to make new friends as all they wanted was conversation that he couldn't connect with. When he had met Marina, the only other person who seemed to know sign language, life was much simpler.
He watched the boy as he walked, silently hoping he would not discover his secret until Liam let him aware of it. The hallways were becoming a little less perplexing as he continued along with Blue. He stuck at the other's side as though he had been glued to him. -
Blue soon turned the corner to the hallway their home room was in. He sighed, preparing for the worst. He was afraid he would be in trouble- And that would not go over well with his mother. Blue swallowed his pride, stopping right outside of the room. "Well, here we are." He said quietly to Liam.
He turned into the classroom. Everyone was at their seats. The room was small, hot, dimly lighted, with one barred window. This window was tiny, and usually only provided a small amount of light. Today, it gave off none, as it was a very overcast day.
"I'm sorry I'm late." He grumbled, taking a seat in the back of the room. He sat his books down, preparing himself for the worst. This teacher had never liked him much, and he didn't expect that to magically change. He wanted to sink onto the floor and disappear. He kept his eyes low, expecting that the teacher was deliberating whether or not to yell at the two of them.
He assumed Liam wouldn't get yelled at much; he was new, innocent. But he, himself had been late many times over the course of the year, usually the product of oversleeping. He was generally late four out of the five days a week, and, for that reason, was often grounded; since the penalty for too many lates was a detention. Blue never found it fair, that school started so early, and that it was so tough on late kids. He couldn't control how much sleep his body wanted, could he? -
Liam slinked to the back of the room and placed his things in an empty desk next to Blue. He unzipped his backpack, pulling a sleek blue spiral notebook with a hard cover and placing it on the desk. He opened it to the first clear page. That particular book had been what he used to take chemistry notes in his old school, and the variety of chemical equations were still there. He didn't take the time to rip them out just yet. With a black ink pen, in his neat, condensed cursive handwriting, he wrote out a small note. Without making eye contact or greeting anyone else, he went to the teacher and he could tell that he was exasperated with the two.
Once he was in front of the man at the teacher's desk, he slid the notebook to him that held the explanation for their late attendance. The man pulled thick spectacles down over his eyes, peering at the sheet. He promptly pursed his lips, glancing at Blue with a slight roll of the eyes and mumbling a few words to Liam. They were nothing angry, just a small warning about tardiness. The boy mouthed the two words of gratitude before returning his belongings to himself. He hurried back to join Blue, smiling widely. His body slinked into the desk and he placed his materials back into his backpack. From there, he turned his body towards Blue, his eyes wide with happiness.
He wondered how he should go about sparking a conversation. His anxieties were creeping up on him once more, reminding him that things were entirely peach just yet. He put a finger in the air, raising an eyebrow. Liam bit gently at his bottom lip. Deciding on mouthing the words to see if the other would understand, he mouthed, "We're fine. He isn't mad." -
Blue nodded. Although he didn't get exactly what Liam was trying to tell him, he got the gist of it. He silently looked up to the clock. There was about twenty minutes left in the class, so he decided to go over his math homework while the teacher talked. He wasn't bad at math, but it wasn't always his strong suit.
Although he often used math with programming his computer; computer math and algebra were vastly different. He could use almost any software perfectly, but hell if he could find the value of x. So, indeed, he checked and double checked his homework for errors. He found that many of the problems he had solved were, indeed, incorrect, and had to redo them.
Erase. Erase. Erase. He sighed in frustration, leaning back. He glanced over to Liam, curious as to what he was up to. While some might intently listen to the teacher, ofhers busied themselves with other tasks. Drawing on the desks, passing notes, talking quietly, throwing paper balls at each other, doing forgotten homework. All off these were extremely common, and he had been the victim of more than one paper ball to the face.
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