silver stars and blue hair dye

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Great just grand I thought as the rain poured trickling onto my notebooks as I tried vainly to retie the busted straps of my bag together.

A new school a new start after the court case, the stolen TV and the drugs.

Bitch I still thought that that little rat bastard Joey had sold me out as I finish picking the bits of fuzz and shards of minute glass from my grungy slightly puffy grayish sweater as I pull it off to reveal the shark white cotton sleeves which drape the old scars on my forearms.

I tug at my crappy old police T-shirt as I step into the school building.

My eyes wandering over the maze of fast dizzying kids as a group of darker figures linger and weave in and between.

“Finally Martindale won” I hear as I pass a group of people.

A voice calls as I stare at the pathetic dirty polished tiles as a tall girl dressed in a cheerleading out fit dumps into me.

Complaining as I don’t answer her. My answer is merely to continue walking toward the office sign sighing as I do so at my pain in my shoulders.

The door’s swing mingling with the sounds of footfalls and chatter just like any other school I think.

Reaching toward the nothingness and no one the realization hits me I lost my home my family for a bag of weed, a chance to be a bad ass punkish thug and a few nights on the town.

“Excuse me are you Mason roary” A voice whimpers over harshness of the hallways as I draped my ratty duster over my right shoulder heavily in hopes of relieving the weight on my left as I feel it tense.

“Yes” I reply as her eyes linger over my worn annoyed countenance all with slight twitch of her eye.
I have the faint feeling that I’ll be seeing this office aid again later on.

She’s now seeing the faint blue streaks of my bangs and the rest of my choppy hair as I stare at her waiting a she shaking with her aged hands giving me my school schedule.
I noticed the silver gloss on her glasses and hair as I smile faintly, briefly at her as if to thank her as I walk out.

I hear the soft haze of her voice again.
You will be asked to remove the dye from your hair as I look over my schedule.

I hear the mouse ask as cat smiles her voice reminds of her a piece of the last book I read at home.
I can already tell this place will be a hell for me for 6 hours a day.

I stumble into a bathroom brushing my greasy hair blue dyed shoulder length mane from my face.

I’m just now seeing the emaciated leanness of it. My high cheekbones coupled with my slender skinny frame and pale face give me the look of a white freakish panther.

Looks like those long nights and drug binges are finally showing I think as I reach for my eyeliner.

Yeah I know I think was I look at it in the dim flickering bathroom light and my face in the dusty filthily cracked up mirror.

It’s a shade of neon blue as it covers my hazel eyes as I let myself ease into my paint mask.

Giving up as it smears against my sweating skin.
“Screw it” I yelled at the mirror seeing mike laughing at me in my mind.

Most guys I knew thought makeup was for broads but I liked wearing eyeliner.

It only leaves blue smear marks like bruises under my eyes as I scrape at it with a piece of scratching bathroom brown paper towel.

A crappy piece at that I think as it tears dryly.

I look like I took a beating in the rain as I stare at myself wondering fainting why I was still alive while

Michael had died…..he died in that wreak while I lived that night before I was arrested.

He got thrown through the windshield as I was getting stitches in my arm ands asking if he was okay as they came in cuffed me as I bled in them…telling me he was dead the next morning .

while I begging with them to tell me all that damn night.

Now I was here in fucking jersey in Martindale high school.

Man I hate this place I hate this apartment I wish wasn’t under the court’s rule and I wish I was back in new york I thought as I opened the window by my bed as I sat dripping with sweat since the fan in my room was busted since my foster family is a pack of cheap crack addicts.

The busted up mirror in my room gives me a ghoulish haunting appearance as I slipped out the window on to the fire escape.

I look up at the sunrise stained sky yelling fuck you as I jump down nearly breaking my leg as I hit the pavement I jumped from the third floor

Vaguely I wanted to smash my skull on the pavement.

But all this was my fault my fault he died my fault, I lost my freedom, my fault I wasn’t in new york.

My fault all MY FUCKING FAULT I screamed out as a pair of kissing teens walked faster by me.

Broke and alone I walked the street having no idea where I was as I did so and not caring either.

I scratch at my arms. Their bleeding again as I reach through my Book bag trying to find my cigarettes and that piece of crap zippo lighter I keep in there some where.
Lighting one I think of the stuff that’s gone wrong in the past year that lead me to this street corner leaning over a dying lighter huffing at a stale cigarette.

Somewhere down the street

Robin curled up in the warm bubbly water of her bath as she stared into the foamy with a wispy smile as she heard the yelling downstairs

I just want to be alone please just leave me alone please she thought as she felt the cold softness of the towel around her frame.

As she looked back at the figure in the doorway she felt hate for no she felt nothing for him as she reached for her clothes.

The silence in bathroom grew as she reached the door there he stood as if to loom over him.

The pill bottle falling from the pocket of her faded black jeans as she reached for her mangled fish net and black T-shirt as she felt something grab at her wrist

\"What’s this what is\" the familiar harsh voice demanded as she wrapped the towel tighter around herself.

Waiting for whatever came next she breathed softly as the demand got louder and the grip rougher.

The blue and yellow pills spilling over the dimly lit floor as she broke loose as the figure merely stood staring at the floor then at her.

Her mid length dark hair fell wetly over her neck as she quickly dressed barely feeling the clothes or any thing else as she did.

Climbing out the second floor window was going to be a pain.

Robin rapped at Jadine’s window swaying on her heel nervously splaying her blue painted fingers on the rain soaked metal railing.

The blue dye from the fire alarm was starting to wash away in the pouring rain she felt faint.

She stared in sat the darken windows while a single hint of light on a street corner keeping drawing her blurry gray vision.

She hated her gray colored eyes and her botchy cream yet yellowish skin.
She always looked sickly.

Just now she noticed to timid yet frustrated tone of her voice as it echoed through the darken alleyway.

For the love for of she thought as she rung out her over sweater shaking in her thinly strapped gray black shirt as she watched the colored rain flow out of her multi colored sweater as it fell over her boots

Why was she even here why did this matter so much too her , it was just a book , just a few sheets of paper and five point star in a circle.

She pounded on the window again her fist making hollow sounds against the sleepy inside of the ticking clocks

As a figure on the couch yawning and pushing a overly fluffy cat off itself’s as it made it’s to the window cursing it the clock for being so fast.

Mason stared at the girl in the fire escape as he held the weird star thing that fell off her when her necklace chain broke while she running up the fire escape.

What did that stupid thing mean to him he thought as he threw it down in to the gutter yet turning back it see it shining in the pale street light as if call him to pick it back up.

And yet that weird chick with the rainbow sweater was kinda hot maybe she take a notice to him if he turned her shiny star thing.