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- format by: swaggingirl1234 a wish chapter 1 part 3 I looked up just then and saw Eleanor walking towards me. “Hey, Rauri!” She said with a huge smile and a hug. “Hey, El. Is today a block day?: “Yeah, I think so. Math is first.” She said, cheery even about school. “K, thanks. I’m gonna go get unpacked, save me a seat!” “Okay, I will. Bye!” I put my things in my locker, which was decorated with sketches I had drawn. Art was my way to get lost, the only thing that could really free me from everything. I turned around and started walking towards my math classroom and saw some 9th grade girls gawking at me with a scared look on their faces. Those 9th graders, they really act like the 10th graders are so much better than them and like we’re so intimidating, even though we’re only a grade above them. I continued on my way, dodging the people whose voices have broken me, because hearing them again or seeing the look on their faces triggers too much pain for me to handle. “Just keep swimming,” is what El would say, quoting her favorite kids movie, Finding Nemo. Just as I was passing by the 11th grade lockers, I realized why those girls were staring. They weren’t staring at me, they were staring at the person behind me, Rey Thompson. He’s a 6’5 junior, with a stocky frame and a thirst for conflict, which would be quenched using my face. He slammed me against the wall. “Why are you doing this!” I screamed. He hit me with enough force to send me flying if I wasn’t anchored to the lockers with his other arm. Tears started streaming from my eyes, and a sick smile appeared on his face. “Why not?” He said, pushing me to the ground before strolling away, acting like he ruled the world. I squinted then shut my eyes, and let my head rest against the locker. I licked my lips and tasted salt. Bleeding and crying, and nobody noticed. Then I felt cool air as someone walked up next to me. I saw a hand holding a tissue, and took it gratefully. After I wiped my eyes, I raised my head and instantly recognized who it was. Zander. “Rauri are you ok?” He said gently, with more words than I had ever heard him speak before. “It’s happened before and it’ll happen again.” I said, accepting the situation. “But you. Are you okay? I saw it all happen and...” He seemed to feel bad for not stepping in. “I’m fine.” I lied. This was too much, this has happened too many times. He gave a questioning look and I fell into his arms. “I’m sorry, I’m just overwhelmed.” He nodded and held tight to me, not restraining his grip even when the bell rang. I was very thankful for that. It was weird, relying on someone I didn’t know well for support when I was weak. But five years ago, and every sunday since, his family relied on mine. We finally released each other when we heard the familiar clip-clop of the vice principal’s red high heels. She always gets mad when people aren’t in class, and she was coming from the direction I would be going to, so Zander and I bolted. Why we were so afraid of seeing her, I don’t know, but in that moment, we decided to run. We went outside and sat on the bench there in silence for a few minutes, then he stood up and started getting ready to walk back inside. “Thank you,” I murmured. If he heard, he didn’t say anything. We walked inside and saw Rey standing right there in front of us. thanks for reading, comment if you liked it and if you comment i'll notify you when the next part is up <3 btw Rauri is pronounced like "Rori" But "Rauri" Is an irish name meaning "red hair".
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