Ray Fon
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This is the first time I've been to a funeral. I had no idea how depressing it was.
I barely knew Blake's brother... Heck, I don't remember the last time I was told his name. Yet, here I am, dressed in black, with many other people crying and bowing their heads in sorrow and shame.
I, too, felt sad. It must hurt a lot to lose someone close to you. Of course, I had no clue how it felt, and I'm pretty sure that the sadness I'm feeling right now is nothing compared to the sadness Blake is feeling.
For the second time in my life, I feel sorry for the bully.
Damn.
I looked around, trying to find anybody that I was familiar with...
Blake... No, I have a bad feeling about approaching him.
Hey, it's Reid. She looks... sad and p.is.sed. Maybe I shouldn't talk to her.
Archie-Holy sh!t, what happened to him? Well, he's talking with John and since I'm a chicken, I don't want to talk to him right now.
I clenched my fists in frustration. My mum decided to pick me up after the funeral (and I'm supposed to call her) so I'm alone. I feel so... unsafe. I feel like I'm surrounded by strangers who have a reputation for committing crimes, or I'm surrounded my strangers that wouldn't give a single f.u.ck about me if I were to die right here, right now.
I wish I can talk to Karma.
"Maybe I should call my mum to pick me up now..." I reached into my pocket and played around with my phone, contemplating whether I should just go home.
But if I go home, my mum will start asking me questions that I most likely won't want to answer... But there's no one here that I have the courage to talk to! But-aaagh! My mind was screaming so loudly, the chatter around me seemed to be blocked out by it. I pulled my hand out of my pocket, the phone sl.i.pping between my fingers. I sighed in frustration and took one last look, hoping to find someone I can talk to... Anyone!
And then I saw Erin.
"..." I didn't realise I was staring at her until she glanced in my direction, spotting me. I quickly look away and stared at the ground. Should I talk to her? I asked myself. I did speak to her before, but only for a little bit... Maybe I can get to know her a bit better...
Eventually, I made up my mind and decided to speak to her. What else am I supposed to do? Stand there all day? Well, I guess I could do that... I took my time, walking to her. I let others pass by me first and I finally reached Erin.
"Hey..." She doesn't sound very happy. What am I saying, of course you'd sound disappointed if you're at someone's funeral.
"H-hi..." Stammering. It's how I always talk with new people. But Erin wasn't new. Maybe... Kind of...? What am I saying right now? "C-Cliché weather for a funeral, huh?"
She chuckled. Okay, good, at least she understands my humour. "Sure. Every funeral I've seen in the movies are always occurring on rainy days."
"Exactly." When was the last time a funeral in a movie was in a sunny day?

Dafadile (This is a form)

Name: desire

Age: (Between 13-18 please) 13

Gender: female

S.exuality: straight

Appearance: long blond, brown hair, green eyes, tall, long nails, big bushy black eyebrows, loves shorts, crop tops, converse, two different socks, headphones, cat eyed glasses extra big, fingers always in leace sign , really pretty, freckles, hot

Personality: funny, smart, depressed 24/7,

Backstory:lived in london and won master chef and decided to live in Australia with her bigger sister lindy, for some reason she always is depressed and emotionally insecure.

Are they out?: ?????

Extra: chef, dancer, actor, artist, writer, poet, deeply into fashion, favourite colour is black, favourite animal is wolf, nearly died from lung disease,

Erin

"I know, pretty cliché" I sighed. I was trying to cover up the fact that I wasn't wearing waterproof mascara. I walked out, putting up my umbrella. I tied up my hair into a messy bun as it gets horribly frizzy. Ray looked at me and snuck under my umbrella."Hope you don't mind..." he said. I led him to his mums car, he showed me the way. The car was gone."Damn, I'll just take the bus." He sighed.
"I'm walking home, want to walk? I think we live near." I suggested. He nodded so we started to walk. I heard footsteps. It was Derbhile.
"Oh hey D" Ray sighed. She walked towards us and pulled out a tissue. She put up her umbrella and walked off to her house. Ray's shirt was getting drenched, so I gave him the full umbrella. I put up another one, for some reason I always carry two. Then a car pulled up beside us." Hey sweetie!" It was his mum.
"Oh mum, great!" He said, opening the door. "Wanna lift?" I nodded, he was the happiest he sounded. Who was I kidding? He needed to talk to someone. We drove down our road. Wood Street. I jumped out at my house, number 21, and his mum drove 4 doors down. He got out the car and waved. I knocked on the door and my dad was there.
"Where have you been? To a funeral or something?" Dad joked.
"I have, thanks for the respect." I said, taking off my shoes and running upstairs. I heard my phone give me a notification. It was from our SAS whatsapp group. It was Ray, his text read.
Hey Erin, I've got your umbrella. I'll drop it off in a sec.
I text back just saying, fab, and went downstairs. I opened the door and Ray was walking up my drive. He passed me the umbrella and ran off. Back to shy Ray.
"Who's that?" Dad asked.
"Ugh, get your head out my business." I grunted, walking off. He has no respect, none.

Erin (Again)  The next day at school was pretty awkward. Everyone looked like drown rats as it's chucking it down with rain outside. Blake, Karma, Ray and some other people were hanging around their lockers, Laura was crying, pretty much everyone was depressed. I walked up to Ray and tapped him on the shoulder. He joulted and looked at me."Jesus Christ Erin you scared me." Ray sighed. I tried to crack a smile, but nothing. Derbhile and Robyn walked in and had there arms around their shoulders. The bell rang, first lesson. I walked to Chemistry with Reid. "Everyone's in a crappy mood." Reid sighed." I dunno what it is? I mean only a few of use went to y'know...Blakes...you get it."
"It sucks." Reid sighed as she pushed open the bulky door to S21. Miss Parkham gave us fowl looks as we passed in our homework. Luca and Aisling were the only ones trying to crack a smile. But it just looked sarcastic. Something was going on, I needed to figure it out. As the lesson started my eyes began to get dreary. Miss Parkham's nagging voice going on and on tired me out. Then the bell buzzed. Hallelujah. I walked to Lucia and Ray to go to Maths. I looked at Ray. "What's going on?" I asked. Ray gave me a stare and his mouth(Probably) gaped open."You kidding man?" He sarcastically said. "Haven't you heard?"
"Heard what?..."

OOC:Fashonista10,I'm going to leave you to decide the cliffhanger.

Ray Fon

"The police are coming to check on some sh!t." I didn't want to say anything more. I have no idea how the week became suddenly depressing, but it did. Thanks a lot, funeral.
I heard Erin let out a small gasp behind me as we walked. "Why? What's happened?"
Abruptly, I stopped in my tracks. I cannot believe this girl. "You really pay attention, don't you?" I turned to face her and gave her a frown, even though she can't see through my mask. "A bunch of sh!t is happening. Didn't you wonder why Archie is all beaten up? All stitched and sh!t? Didn't you see the small bags Blake and his gang were carrying around? Actually, wait, that doesn't count because those are just rumours and I haven't really seen them and I don't know if it's true but that's not the case! Haven't you noticed that Beanpole has been acting more hostile than ever? Like, seriously! He and his friends have been vandalising and stealing and doing other sh!t I've only heard rumours about! Also, apparently I've heard that Blake's brother didn't kill himself, someone k.illed him. All of this is happening, yet you don't know it?!"
It only took me a lasting, short while to realise that I was at the brink of exploding and that I accidentally scared her. My fists quickly moved behind my back and I walked away, not saying sorry. I regretted semi-yelling at her, of course. I always regret everything.
I can tell she was surprised at my rage while the yell lasted. I was surprised. I've never yelled like that. Not even whisper-yell. F.u.ck, now I can feel the stares that burned right into my soul. How many people heard me? Oh, god, I think I'm going to get a migraine...
I should think of something else. I can't believe someone ki.lled Blake's brother. But it's only one witness who saw the death in front of his eyes, and he could be lying. Despite this, people are believing this witness and are telling everyone this rumour. Sometimes, humanity is too gullible.
Sh!t, I shouldn't have told Erin that. Now she's going to believe it.
I do wonder if the witness is telling the truth, though.
I bumped into my Math's Classroom's door and pushed it open, hoping that numbers and equations can replace this pointless thinking.
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