The New Kid's POV

I slowly wandered down the halls of the new school, hands in my pocket and hood almost covering my slanted monochrome eyes. My pitch black hair was in my eyes, poking them whenever I moved my head. My naturally pale skin appeared darker from my black eyeshadow that circled my eyes and raven black hoodie. My grey skinny jeans had torn over time due to many fights, as well as the scratches, scars and bruises that littered my skin. My black sketchers squeaked across the silicone floor as I headed to my first class of the day. I had already gained many fearful glances from the massive scars that crossed over my face, remnants of glass still in the cut.

Stepping in front of the door, I knocked on the glass panel and stepped inside the classroom. All eyes turned to me as the door freaked open, a mixture of fear and curiosity covered the faces of every student in the room. The teacher also seemed a bit uncertain about me, I did look like a bad kid after all.

"Okay everyone, this is the new boy, care to introduce yourself?" She said, glancing at me out of the corner of her eye.

I gave her a death glare and sat down in an empty seat at the back, no complaints made. Leaning against the wall I pulled out my phone as the teacher continued her lesson, several whispers and new rumours spreading across the classroom as they guessed my past.

Thankfully, the bell rang just as someone was about to talk to me. Not even waiting for the teacher to send us off, I jumped to my seat and went through the door, heading to my next class before the inevitable swarm of students exited their rooms and headed to their next classes.

Rinse and repeat the past few events until the bell rang for lunch, my favourite subject. Walking out the main door, I scanned the ground for somewhere people weren't hanging out. The field was rather empty, and at the bottom there was a large oak tree that was abandoned, the perfect spot. After heading over to the tree, I sat down and pulled out my worn drawing pad. Opening it to a clean page, I began to sketch the school, adding mini details and shading with my pencil.

After fixing a wonky window, I felt a presence looming over me. Glancing up I saw a teenager I remembered from my first class. He was looking at my drawing in amazement, obviously flabbergasted at my sketch.

He was wearing a snow white beanie, light blue stripes across the material. I was also wearing a white jacket that had twirls all over the front, the back being a solid blue. Underneath it was a light navy hoodie that went over the hood of the jacket, the words; 'Intelligent But Infuriating' across the middle, a troll faces as the dots. He was wearing casual jeans with a flower patterned belt that secured it around the hips, the belt being the same colour as his pure white trainers, that had somehow stayed clean from the trek across the muddy field. His hair was about as unusual as his fashion sense. It was a bleach blonde that slowly faded into a clean white at the tips, his skin about as pale as his almost white blue eyes.

I nodded subtly and got back to work, hoping he would just leave. Unfortunately, he took this as a sign to sit next to me and look over my shoulder. He was like an attention seeking puppy that hadn't been trained to stay off the couch yet.

Still trying my best to ignore him, I finally finished my art piece, hoping he would now leave. I didn't stop feeling his weight on my shoulder however. Glancing to where he was sitting, I saw he had fallen asleep. I rolled my eyes and lifted him up bridle style, carrying him to the school. The bell had already rung, and I was planning to skive the next few classes, but that plan was now foiled.

I entered the school with the unconscious boy in my hands, getting a few fearful glances of people whose minds immediately went to the worst. Idiots.

I entered the nurses office and motioned to the sleeping kid, mouthing the word 'asleep' so the school nurse wouldn't call the cops. She nodded and picked the boy up, placing him down on a nearby bed that was used for these types of situations. She waved me off and I reluctantly headed to class, sitting down in an empty seat with no complaint from the teacher, like usual. This made my mind wander, however. Everyone else looked at me negatively, basing my personality off my appearance and general vibes, but this boy just got right into my personal bubble without any hesitation.

It wasn't like my scars or clothes had magically changed during lunch, neither had the unwelcoming look my eyes. I would say the boy was blind, but he had been looking at my drawing so that wasn't possible. It truly was a mystery. Maybe the boy hadn't seen me properly? After all, people with albino (which I knew he was effected by as I caught it out of the corner of my eye when the nurse took out his medical files) usually had bad eyesight, sometime bad eye coordination or just generally being legally blind.

I was snapped out of my thoughts as the bell echoed around the classroom for everyone to leave, so I stood up and headed to the nurse's office. I knocked on the door and entered, to see the boy still sleeping on the bed, the nurse surprised to see me again.

"I can take him to his house, I caught his address when we were introducing ourselves first period," I mumbled, picking the boy back up. The nurse nodded and shooed me away, packing up her things.

I put the boy on my back and carried him down to the bus stop, waiting for the bus to come while getting judging glances from passing pedestrians. After hopping on and off the bus, I brought the boy up to his house and knocked on the door, switching to holding the boy bridle style. He clung onto my shirt like a baby koala as the door opened, revealing a young woman, seemingly his sister.

"Ah! Yes, the nurse informed me you would be bringing my little brother home," she giggled, taking the boy out of my arms. Before she had time to thank me, I waved and went on my way, her shrugging then closing the door.

I walked over to my house, which was only the next block over. Unlocking the door, I stepped inside the hallway and took my shoes and bag off, chucking them to the side of the hallway and heading up to my room. With my drawing supplies. I stayed up outlining my sketch until my mother came home and collapsed onto the couch in exhaustion. Swiftly I headed down the stairs and bundled her in my arms, bringing her into her bed and tucking her in, then putti my supplies away and falling into a deep sleep the second my head hit the pillow.

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You like? I like. English? Never heard of it.

My first language was baby talk-

Anyway, hope you enjoyed whatever I have created. This wasn't inspired by anything, I just decided to do another original fix cause I'm bored.

Also to anyone reading It's Complicated I will update it again this year, so look out for that!

But now I have to go to basketball with my injured ankle, so cya the next time my brain decides to make a new fiction or actually update something!

Bye!

~Sponge