The Singer's City

When I woke up I felt like shit. Not surprising. I clutched the railing tightly as I hobbled downstairs to the cafeteria
I kept my promise to CC and grabbed a plastic bowl, some milk, and Cheerios. I dumped the milk and cheerios in the bowl and started eating. Jake Pitts walked up and sat next to me with his sloppy breakfast.
"How're you feeling, after yesterday and all?"
"Fine," I replayed shortly. I wasn't in the mood to talk about it. Jake grunted, not entirely satisfied with my answer but decided to let it rest.
When I finished, I rinsed the supposedly temporary untensils. I mulled over going to school today. The risk of meeting up with someone from Suburbia was low, but still existing. Then again, official learning started today. I know almost half of my teachers practically lived with me, but then there was the other half. And besides, Mr. Pitts here would give me an eternal headache, considering he was the vice principal.
Reluctantly, I grabbed my backpack and started to school. I kept my shoulders rigid, glaring at anyone who came too close. I stopped by my locker, then went to homeroom, taking out my anger on the piece of harshly minty gum in my mouth. I took out my sketchbook and mindlessly started drawing. My lines seemed stiff, and I erased them, frustrated. With a sigh i shoved my stuff to one side and stared at the black polished surface of the lab tables.
I squinted. I saw something had been once scratched into the table surrface, rubbed away almost into oblivion, but still there.
"The Jesus was here."
Maybe I was jumpy that morning. But that didn't seem like a usual thing to carve, and the coincidence was too strong.
Jimmy knew me too well. He knew that only I would notice something like that, much less pay attention to it. He must've hacked into the systems or something to make sure I sat here. He would.
I went through the rest of the day on edge and irritated, but by lunch, I was exhausted. I had been so high strung all day, and I had barely gotten any good sleep the night before.
I practically stumbled into the lunchroom and started lethargically eating whatever I had stuffed into my lunch bag. I was too tired to think, instead all the possible thoughts ended up as white noise in my head. After I ate, I felt a little better.
I went through the remainder of the day in a haze. When the final bell rang, I grabbed my stuff and made my way to the guidance office, hoping that maybe Ash could drive me home. Unfortunately, he was with some kid, so I thought over my choices. CC would be preparing for the sports seasons. Jake would be doing paperwork or dealing with delinquents. Maybe Andy would be available.
I started going upstairs to his classroom. In the stairwell, however, someone bumped into me. They grabbed the shoulder of my shirt, pushing me against the wall. I was instantly awake, adrenaline of a fight pulsing through me.
A faintly familiar face glared at me coldly. Someone from the Suburbia. My mind reeled. Who was it? Why were they here? What did they want from me?
"Jesus has a message for you: You can run, you can hide, but you won't live." They released me and ran down the rest of the stairs. Walking up the rest of the stairs, I thought everything over. When I finally made my way to Andy's room, he was packing up. He alknowledged me with a nod, looking over my slightly distraught look. I guess lace rimmed gloves, a loose band shirt, and gelled hair do not fare well with a shaking. With a forced grin, I tried to fix everything.
"Don't feel like walking home today, eh? Fair enough. Come one." Thankful for him not questioning me further, i watched as he grabbed his can of soda and bag. We made our way to his car. Our short drive went by in silence. I could tell Andy knew something was off. He kept glancing at me in the mirror.
"Keep your eyes on the road mister. I know my hair is beautiful, but blood ain't gonna help it much," I snapped after he did it like 20 times. He smirked grimly and looked back at the empty road.
"Thanks," I muttered as I got out of the car. I walked inside, then went upstairs. I checked on my brother, then went to my bed. I grabbed my bigass sketchbook and huge bag of art supplies, then proceeded to draw my cares away.

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TBH, i really dont know where this story is going, except for the VERY ending.