With Every Blade You Stain

My left hand swipes the pencil over the leather - bound sketch book that sits open on my knees, the pencil in my right hand following it by darkening the curved line I just made. That's right. I'm ambidextrous. Unusual, I know, but it's really helpful. If I injure an arm, I can just use the other one, with almost exactly the same effect. I do find it a bit odd that my writing style varies with each hand. I begin furiously shading my drawing with both hands, mouthing the words flowing through my earphones, blocking out the world around me. The song is quite angry and depressing at the same time, but I love it. They break into the pre-chorus and I lose myself in the lyrics. "No one wants to hear you, no one wants to see you. So different and pathetic, I'm begging you to spare me, the pleasure of your company." Yes that's right. Bring Me The Horizon. I love them. My favourite band will always be My Chemical Romance - even though they split over a year ago, but sometimes I really just need screamo music. Today is one of those days.

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2 hours prevpreviously

I walked into class, swung my bag off my shoulder and slid into my usual seat - at the back. I was a bit late, as I'd snuck to the dairy at lunch for an energy drink (I needed it if I had any hope of staying awake through the afternoon classes), but I regretted it when the teacher turned and glared at me.
"You're late", she snapped, and the whole class turned to stare at me.
"Sorry", I mumbled, and someone snickered.
The teacher turned back around to the board and the boy who'd laughed at me stuck his tounge out and rolled his eyes back, then looked at his mate and they both looked at me and sneered. I felt the blood rush to my cheeks in embarrassment and I looked down at my desk. I heard the boys laugh again and whisper between each other, then laugh some more. I could feel them looking at me, and I really just wanted to get up and punch them.
"Hey Karla", the first one hissed at me.
I looked up at him before realising what a stupid idea that was. He made another face and this time two more boys laughed along with them. I couldn't take it anymore, I'd had enough of their shit.
"Shut the fuck up you dick", I spat at him, just as the teacher turned around.
"Karla Graymond!" She half-yelled. "Stand up!"
I did as I was told. There was no point in arguing with her.
"Explain why you just said that", she snapped. "Or have you sunk so low that you talk to other people like that on a daily basis?"
Ouch.
I sighed and said; " I'm sorry Miss, but Jed and -"
"I don't want to hear it", she barked. "I've had enough of you and your attitude, flouncing in here late as if you make the rules, sleeping in class and swearing for no reason! You can get out! And don't expect my sympathy you brat!"
Mega ouch.
But I wasn't about to take anyone's shit.
"For one thing", I began, my temper beginning to flare, "I don't flounce. And also, I did NOT say that for no reason. You didn't even let me explain, you just jumped to the conclusion that I'm in the wrong, because you hate me. Isn't that right, Ms Mathews?"
That was a BIG mistake.
She shot me the most contemptuous glare I have EVER seen and stalked over to stand right infront of me. The class watched in anticipation, the boys who had sneered at me earlier could barely hide their glee. Ms Mathews was exactly the same height as me, and she stood staring into my face, her beak of a nose only centimetres from mine. There was an angry colour in her cheeks, and her face gave off the impression of too much air being blown into a balloon.
"You. Little. Shit." She hissed at me, and I winced. Her breath was shocking.
In one fluid movement, her hand connected with the side of my face and I stumbled backward, clutching my face in shock. If it had been anyone else, I wouldn't have hesitated in throwing a punch back at her, possibly even a kick to go with it. She advanced towards me and I glanced up to see the shocked faces of my class mates. Even Jed and Ryan, the boys who had teased me looked a bit uneasy. I felt my back hit the wall and realised that I had been backing away from her. I swear this isn't legal. But she raised her hand again and this time grabbed a fist full of my blonde hair and pulled. I cried out in pain and fright as my eyes watered heavily, and I felt myself being pulled roughly forward. Next thing I knew I was hurled out of the door, my hair flying in all directions. I couldn't see a thing, so it was no suprise when I hit the ground, my wrist jarring painfully.
"Don't you ever. EVER. TRY THAT AGAIN!" She screamed at me, before slamming the door causing the whole building to shake. I heard the key grind in the lock and would have feared for the safety of my class mates if I hadn't know that the door could always be opened from the inside. But I didn't see any point in lying on the ground, waiting for someone else to come and laugh at me, so I climbed slowly to my feet. My jaw ached and my head throbbed as I wandered down the corridor to my locker, before realising that my bag was still in the classroom. Fuck. Oh well, there was nothing I could do about it now. So I unlocked my locker, thankful that I had put the last of my energy drink in here and not my bag. I leaned against the lockers and skulked it, before chucking the empty can back into my locker, slamming the door and storming out of school.

Notes

Hey guys! Yay the first chapter is done! :D I will try to update once a day but I will have to see how that goes. Might not be able to post tomorrow as I have a hockey game (I know I have a life isn't it surprising?) But I will try. If I do it will be short, but better that than nothing :D

Thanks for reading, Gerard will hopefully appear in the next chapter ;3

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