This Actually a short story....

Being an outcast was never easy for Mikey Fixx. He, according to the worlds, was not a normal kid. For instance one time in fifth grade when his class had gone outside for recess, one of his classmates was swinging on the monkey bars and suddenly slipped cracked open his head on the hard ground below, Mikey just stood in amazement and poked his head lightly, then laughed. He never even bothered to tell the teacher. Luckily another child saw the kid bleeding and was rushed to the hospital before he died. No one has ever forgiven him. Mikey's hair is almost never it's original color. In spite of what his parents say, he dyed his hair whatever color he wanted. He had a rebellious and depressed nature, and always dresses in black band tees and baggy pants. Some days , just to make people notice him, he would wear a bit of color to try to seem normal, but this often failed. So when he moved from Tennessee to New York, he know he wasn't going to fit in , or make any friends, But to his amazement, he did.

"Bing!", The bell had rung and school was out for the immensely long six day weekend. Mikey lazily rose from his seat in the back of the classroom and shuffled to the door, hoping he would be the last one out, just incase someone tried to trip him, or push his books out of his hand, but to his dismay, he didn't move slow enough. Mark Thomas, the tallest and burliest of the football players, came right up behind Mikey, ripped his book and papers out of his hands, then abruptly pushed him to the ground before he had time to think.

Mikey sat there for a minute, with sleep still in his eyes. A little dazed, Mikey attempted to push himself from the floor but Mark kicked him back down, and the funny thing to Mikey was, that the teacher wasn't even paying any attention to them even thought the door was wide open.
Mikey looked over at the teacher and saw her glance at him, with a half hearted look, not caring at all. "School safety my ass", he though and winced from a sudden sharp pain in his shoulder. Mark had pulled his arm behind his back and started to laugh. "Ha! What are you gonna do now loser?!", Mark snickered, triumph in his voice.

"Nothing really, cause you fat ass is kind of squishing me!" he yelped harshly. Mark took much offence to his remark, and pulled even more on him his arm. Afraid that Mark would dislocate his shoulder, Mikey made a desperate attempt to cry for help, but before he could utter one word Mark pushed he face into the ground, so the concrete would muffle the sound.

Mikey tried so hard not to cry, because that would just make him look weaker and give Mark another excuse to hurt him more. With a smirk of satisfaction, Mark pulled a little more on Mikey's arm, but before he had a chance to almost kill him one of Mikey's closest friends, Claire came to save the Day.

Claire Stine was also not your average 17 year old. She was so smart she could be a senior in collage. But Claire didn’t look like your average brainiac. I mean, yeah she had the over sized glasses, but her wardrobe was completely different. She wore Victorian dresses, and mostly Lolita based outfits that with the glasses made her look like the most sophisticated person you have ever seen. But behind this soft, smart exterior was a lost, sad and scared child. Her life at home was never pleasant, so she thought the only way to get away from it all was self mutilation. Her father thought that her superior grades was because she slept around with the male teachers, and her mother would rather not say anything, but only agree with her toppling-off-his -bar - stool father, just in fear of being stuck. But despite all of her problems at home, Claire was always ready to defend someone or something even if it meant putting herself in danger, so Mikey was really lucky to have such a strong friend.

by XangelicXshadowsX
posted on 12/11/2008