Cory's day POV
I had just returned home it was f**king 3am, I was exhausted so I quickly snuck upstairs and slumped into bed messing with my hair until finally it had unravelled its grip from my eyes. I just layed there thinking about what the hell I'm gonna do on the school holidays until the sun seeped in through my blinds unexpectedly. *Sighs* I turn off my LED lights and switch off my alarm as I start heading towards the shower with my clothes. Now I've never really had a good style until the 6th grade I went from soft shit to grunge and considered emo clothing. My morning routine was shower, clothes, hair, laptop, pack art supplies and eat breakfast then go. I made the decision to walk to school which was a good 40 minute walk the long way (which was away from people, which I preferred) But apparently no one understood I liked it fine with just me or one person. Because after about ten minutes about 5 12th graders and 3 9th graders start making there hunt on me. Oh f*ck, Now this happened every day and the school 'couldn't do anything because it was out of their hands' In their words.
I had made a plan though, now I could run as fast as the 12th graders could but because ripped jeans have their limitations that was off the table, I always carried a knife with me but they would corner me 8-1. My best option was to make a mad dash no matter what to one of my ex best friends houses which is about a 2 minute run from where I was. Now seeing as these guys were dr*ggos it would give me a slight advantage point if I bribed them but I took my opportunity and ran to lillys house.
I managed to get in the door hair drenched in sweat and legs shaking., heart pounding. I looked up after panting seeing her with a very aggressive look on her face. In the short version I did make it to school in lillys mums car with all of them chasing after it.
*FIRST PERIOD BELL RINGS*
Ugh! Finally. I cover my ears with my headphones and stuff my hands I to my flannel as I follow the crowd to class. I've never been good with anything school related or emotions or anything just art, it's my way of expressing stuff and when the 8th grade teacher took my art work explaining my current state of matter mentally, she looked at it in horror and showing the whole class, some gagging some laughing at me whilst I dug my head into my hands and ran out if the classroom. I went to bathroom and starting cutting my hair be cause I couldn't cope not one bit. I had been born a girl but I knew I was a guy and I had been slandered because of that my hole life. So when I met chase he made me feel safe and warm in a way I've never felt since before I found out my dad was cheating on my mum, who at the time was very ill. And about two weeks after 9th grade started I had been diagnosed with anxiety and depression.
Which is mainly why I carried headphones so I could think to myself or distract myself when necessary.
Now when I saw Chase coming over I got a bit excited and noticed his cute, dreamy blue eyes and shaggy black hair. He had snakebite piercings and a slit eyebrow he held himself in a kind of trauma survivor way. He was about 5'9 Now that gives me the height advantage as I was 6'2. Now he seemed the Kind of guy I could trust and not get hurt, and the type of guy I could care for. I mean he was definitely introverted he style was kind of goblin core which I absolutely adore. With his layers rings and necklaces aswell and converse, dark Trackie pants and an old scratchy but cute sweater.
As the 4th period bell rang, It felt as life had drained out me I felt out of place as now I had P.E which I wholly hated. seeing as I had to change in the girls locker room.But I always refused to change, so I usually sat out which I didn't mind. Except for today as we had a sub teacher so it was part of the 'curriculum' for me to participate in. We had to play basketball which didn't bring up much of a sweat nevertheless the teacher yelled at me to specifically to:"PICK THE GODDAMN PACE UP CORY!" I glared over to them in utter angst shook my head than sat down outside.
Now to say this teacher was horrible was an understatement they yelled at me for the whole school to hear and people gathered around us and I just put my headphones on and wrote on my arm as I rolled up my right sleeve, "Idc I can't hear you." I looked up and they was turning bright purple everyone was yelling at me. I had my headsets volume the whole way up and without any noise with my headphones turned up usually sounded like an iPhone blasting it speakers. but all I could hear was yelling. I started to dissociate and not listen and go off on my own adventure.20 minutes later the bell rang and I started for the front gate to home but not before getting a lecture from the teacher.