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Realistic or Modern Support group rp

Other kids started turning up to class, slowly but surely. Not long after the bell rang throughout the school, causing a large flood of people to pour through the halls. Hell had started.
 
Clarity nearly fell asleep during History like she usually did. She snapped up when the teacher called on her. "1946" she said remembering what they were learning. She giggled when that was actually the right answer.
 
Shaun hated Art class, he loved art, but in class he had to draw things he didn't want to draw, do things he didn't want to do. He was good when he did, but it wasn't his passion, he often stared out of the window, drawing the tree's, the cars outside, each cloud that passed by, the sun, the rain, the snow. The view from that window took up quite a few pages of his books.
 
Clarity happily left class as the bell rang. She went to her second period study hall which she also hated. She honestly hated pretty much all of her classes.
 
Shaun reluctantly headed to the science lab, a subject he was sure he'd never use in his future. The lab had two rows of three columns, each with four separate areas for each student. Though science did have it's perks, he wasn't completely sure what the experiment was for, but they were working with fire, something he definitely knew how to have fun with.
 
Clarity listened to her music while she was in study hall. At times she found herself playing air guitar along with it instead of writing.
 
Shaun sat staring into the flame in front of him, completely ignoring the words spewing out of the teachers mouth, he was almost mesmerized. He started off sliding his pen into the flame, watching the plastic melt around the inner metal workings, the plastic dripping over the counter. He, over the period of the class, continued to do the same with a few other utensils, before someone sat next to him spoke up and told him to stop.


"Why don't you make me." Shaun hissed, his mood had completely flipped.
 
Clarity sighed waiting for study hall to end since she didn't have any homework to work on yet.
 
Shaun needed to get out of class, out of the whole damn building. He wasn't thinking particularly clearly and a plan started forming in his head. He waited until no one was paying any attention to him, and started swiping his wrist over the tip of the flame. The pain started to calm him down a little, and he stood up from his seat and walked to the teacher.


"I need to go." He spoke blankly.


"What for?" The teacher asked, slightly confused, thinking he was just trying to skip class.


Shaun pulled up his sleeve and showed the teacher the burn mark that had formed on his wrist, it was starting to go bright red around the wound. It hurt, but he was used to a little pain here and there. The teacher quickly ran the burn under a cold tap and told him to make his way straight to the nurses office.


"Like hell." He thought to himself.
 
Holow's day was far from marvelous. She was stuck trying to do a presentation in English class, stuttering all over her words. The class laughed at her, causing her eyes to well with tears as she darted out of her class and into the hall, a arm over her eyes.
 
Brooke hesitaded once the bell for fourth period rung. He slowly entered the gym locker room prepared for another day in Hell. He stood there. The words from the other guys hit him like bricks. The tears stung his eyes as he put his gym clothes on. He faced away from everybody as he tied his shoes in the coner of the locker room. He wished the sleeves on his clothes were longer so they would hide the cuts on his arm.
 
Clarity walked down the hallway after the bell had rang. She wasn't paying attention to what she was thinking and had a vision from the accident. She fell to her knees and people looked at her weirdly skirting around her. She tried to hold back the tears gathering the things she'd dropped.
 
Holow had run all the way down the hall, people now streaming after her. She really didn't care that she had left pretty much everything behind. Halfway down the hall, she ran into Nick, causing her to stumble backwards. She kept her gaze down and pushed past him, tears streaming from her eyes.


@NickTehAvenger
 
Shaun mixed with the other kids, avoiding eye contact and just making his way to the front doors. His wrist started bleeding a little, dripping down his hand, the pain getting a little worse. He made his way out the doors and leaned against the wall just outside, breathing heavily and shaking alot.


He put some of his music on and stood there silently, on his own, trying not to look so weak.
 
Clarity picked up her things and went to her locker. Everyone was heading to class so the hallway was emptying out. She sat down in front of her locker not wanting to go to class and cried. She missed her mom so much and the visions just made things worse.
 
Holow shoved the door of the school open, breathing in the fresh air. She stood there, tears dripping from her eyes as she rubbed her face against her arms. She had a kick me sign on her back that someone had taped to her, and she had several large red spots from people kicking her on her way out the doors.
 
Shaun stumbled to the side and felt a bit dizzy, his wrist was seering. That's when he noticed a girl had burst out of the doors. He quickly covered his wrist over and took a deep breath, standing up straight.


"Hey there." He winced, trying not to let the pain show through.
 
Nick saw the 'kick me' sign on Holow and took it off, ripping it to shreds and threatening the kids who kicked her. Nick fit in at the school and was pretty 'cool' since no one knew his mental secret and he acted as if he were normal.
 
Holow turned to see a man sitting against the wall. "Hi." She said softly, rubbing her eyes even more.
 
Clarity wiped her eyes and kept sitting in front of her locker as the bell rang again. She didn't want to go to class so she just sat there trying to pretend like she was normal and that her mom was at home waiting for her.
 
Brooke stood in the locker room even after Gym class started. He didn't want the teachers to see. That always made everything worse. He lifted his shirt and touched the bruise Martin Pollock gave him yesterday. He held back the tears affraid someone was going to see him. He walked over to the bathroom and looked at himself in the mirror. He couldn't hold back any longer. A heavy flow of tears rushed down his face as he slid to the bathroom floor.
 
Nick ran to gym class and did the basic warm-up, jogging around the gym thirty times and waiting for the teacher announce what they were supposed to do.
 
Holow sighed, taking her arm away from her eyes and looking out. "Yeah, you could say that. Though this is pretty regular for every time I go to school."
 

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