Those Football Bruts...{Clarissa}

[bambi]

Desmond looked down into his locker. He could feel the rush on his kids go by ignoring him as always and continue on with their lives normally. Demon wished he had more than one friend, but he had the social standing below dog crap, he was basically the most unwanted person to be around, and it made him famous for all the wrong reasons. Not to mention that some of those football guys thought it was suddenly the best thing in the world to torment the boy’s already messed up life. Demon sure hoped that he wouldn’t have to deal with them during the short time between periods, it would just be a pain for him and he didn’t need any more life scarring moments for today. Being that school alone did that enough.

He pulled his Algebra book from his locker and turned around on his heels to be met with a large crowd of people causing him to recoil. He wished he knew where Tyler was, but he was probably on the other side of the school right about know. He waited keeping from making eye contact with anyone until finally the crowd simmered down a bit and he was able to walk within a good distance from all the other kids left in the hallway. Demon hated school with a passion and wished that he could get home schooled, but noooo, that could never be an option, no, no, no. Ah, Demon was being rude to his family by saying that, what if someone was a mind reader or something, and they could hear what Demon was thinking, that would be baaad.

Desmond looked up and nearly peed himself stumbling backwards and one of those football guys just appeared out of nowhere in front of him. ”Aye, Demon whatcha doin’? Don’t cha know that it’s almost time for your daily dumpster drop? Desmond stepped backwards, no way he could out run the large guy, but his class was so close. The only thing in his way was this big wall of meat. The football brut that had been rambling on while Demon had gone into his thoughts finally finished and laughed at the trembling boy.

Oh, no.

Demon could feel a panic attack coming on. And if this was anything all his other ones, there would be some screaming coming on. “P-please d-don’t” He mumbled his voice shaking. He felt the blood rushing to his cheeks and he flinched away from him. Aw, crap. “LEAVE ME ALONE” He shrieked bolting away from the big guy, he evened past his own class leaving it in his dust along with a confused football brut. Yes, I got away! Who knew I had this speed on my side. He thanks god, but got interrupted when something got in the way of his fleeingness.

“Owch.” He mumbled rubbing his head and looking towards what he had run into. It was a girl, and it looked like she was a grade above him. He inhaled sharply, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry! I didn’t do it on purpose I swear. Please don’t be angry with me.” didn’t look up afraid to even look at the girl and kept his head down. He felt the tears coming on to. Sniffling loudly the held in his tears since crying in this hell hole would be the end of him forever.

He hated school so much.

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[CLARISSA RAMONE]

Clarissa hated school. Who didn’t, though? It was crowded, stressful, and never-ending. It was as if there were many students than usual today. It was as if the teachers were giving extra projects and work because the school year was ending. It was as if time was going by slowly just to upset her. Once already had she cried in a bathroom stall and resisted tears in class. Today was not a good day. It took three attempts to get her locker combination right, her hands trembling. Overwhelmed, she stood there for what felt like a long while, trying to remember what she had needed in the first place. Her… History textbook, right? That was her next class wasn’t it? Blinking back tears, she grabbed the book and closed the locker. Clarissa took a deep breath and prepared to face the world again. She’d barely turned to head down the hall when a blonde rammed into her and continued passed, her group of friends bursting into obnoxious laughter. Do not cry. Do. Not. Cry. Clarissa told herself, shaking her head and lowering her gaze. Avoid eye contact. Just get to class.

The world wanted to knock her down. First the blonde, then some kid, and now she was on the floor. Her book was open to a page about World War II, her school supplies had spilled from her bag. Biting down hard on her lower lip, Clarissa continued her do not cry mantra and went about grabbing all of her things. The boy’s voice distracted her momentarily and she glanced towards him, her hand hovering over a calculator. He looked younger than her and… was he crying? Was there somebody else in this school that actually felt as horrid as she did right about now? Clarissa continued gathering all of her things and once she’d returned it all to her backpack, she stood. Holding onto her textbook with one hand, she offered the other to help him up. “I’m not angry with you,” she murmured, stepping back once he was standing. Clarissa had never been one for interaction, at all, and certainly not with boys. She still had no idea what she was doing, working at the Make a Wish Foundation. Can you even imagine how difficult it always was, having to talk to people? Much less, people who were sick/had sick family members?

“Why were you running?” she asked, curious and then surprised at the question. Why would she ask that? Clarissa, on any other day, would have done anything and everything to end this conversation immediately. But here she was, talking to some boy that was perhaps having a worst day than her.

[bambi]

& I WAKE UP EVERY EVENING
WITH A BIG SMILE ON MY FACE
( and it never seems out of place )

Desmond looked up rubbing his head and he saw the sprawl of school supplies across the hallway and realized he had been the one that had caused the mess. He sniffled again wiping his eyes with the back of his hand, the motion tended to help him remember not to cry, which in fact was a good thing to do. Several seconds went by before movement, from the person he had run into, started up again. He looked towards her unfamiliar with the face, but nonetheless he hardly knew anyone and everyone seemed to know him. Darn that horrid piece of true information. He hated that he had become that guy that people looked at and felt better about themselves afterwards.

He looked up at her just in time for her to start talking, and he looked away uncomfortably, as human contact never really worked out to well unless it was with Tyler. Who happened to not be here to help him since Tyler was never around during school, their classes seemed to be purposely spaced apart. “I’m not angry with you,” He sighed with relief at the words, at least he wouldn’t get bitched out by this girl. After all girls were scary always yelling and hitting on guys, and trying to steal Tyler away from him. Not cool at all it was. He grabbed a couple pencils that had strayed away and handed them to her, but refused to make eye contact, or even look at this girl for the matter. He adjusted the glasses on his face, and thanks the lord they hadn’t broken in the hysteria that had just happened.

“Why were you running?” “A, ah, um…-“ “HEY!”

[/i] Demon began stumbling for words when the angry voice and heavy footsteps of a Neanderthal started approaching. Desmond scrambled up, and reacted how he would if Tyler was around, only Tyler wasn’t around, so his only choice was to hide behind the girl that he had bumped into. He crouched behind her hearing the heavy steps closing in and Demon covered his head with his hands mumbling to himself about how scary football players were, and how they shouldn’t be classified as high school students. Anyways doing this he was sure to be bitched at by this girl now, but to be fair he was as emotionally unstable as any other girl and probably worse. Oh well, it was better then getting beat up by this football guy that was 12 times as big as him.
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WORDS,, 419
TAGGED,, Clarissa!!!!
OUTFIT,, CLICK
MUSIC,, Britney Spears- Hit Me Baby One More Time
NOTES,, Oh, Bambi
TEMPLATE,, by PANIC! ITS LAUZ of CAUTION

[CLARISSA RAMONE]

Clarissa waited patiently for an answer. The longer she stood here, the more calmly she breathed and the better she felt. It’s not like the world was ending, after all. She was just having a worse than usual day at school. It happened to everybody. It happened to this kid, probably, Clarissa thought as she looked the boy up and down. He looked like he dealt with this everyday. Raising her eyebrows slightly, Clarissa muttered a ‘thank you’ and took the pencils, carefully putting them back where they belonged. He’d started to answer her first question when a loud voice cut him off. Clarissa looked up and was startled to see, instead of the tall boy that had run into her, an even taller male storming towards her. What had she done?! Realizing all of a sudden that the boy was now cowering behind her, Clarissa half-turned to look at him. What was he doing?! Was he really hiding behind her? She was shorter than him, for goodness sake! And she certainly was not a good shield! Who did this boy think he was?

Slightly annoyed, Clarissa looked back just as the football player (she assumed. The kid was saying something about football players) skidded to a stop in front of her. He looked awful menacing what with his height and muscles and angry expression. What side of the bed had he woken up on this morning? Folding her arms over her chest, Clarissa actually looked. him. in. the. eyes. Clarissa Ramone actually looked somebody in the eyes. Not just anybody. A freaking football player. What was up with her? Seriously, this was so unlike her. “Out of the way, freshman.” He told her, glaring at the boy that was still hiding behind her. “Freshman?” she repeated angrily, “I am not a freshman.” Did she look like a freshmen? No, no she did not. Which is why it was always particularly annoying when somebody called her a freshman. “I’m a sophomore, thank you very much,” she snapped, “How about you? Certainly not a senior, right? No, you’re much to immature to be a senior. Seniors don’t go around bullying kids younger than them.” Clarissa paused, letting her words sink in since the brute was probably having trouble keeping up with her.

Clarissa prodded the boy behind her with her elbow, trying to tell him that he needed to stand up straight now. Because at least he wasn’t a whole foot shorter than the football player. The guy in front of her looked furious and surprised. He must’ve been confused because some freshman sophomore had just talked back to him. Clarissa would be mad to if she were some big guy with only sports on his mind who had just been insulted by a small girl with surprising anger. After a minute or so he stepped back, gave the scared kid one more glare, and finally walked away. Clarissa turned to the boy without hesitation and poked him in the shoulder with a bit to much force. “What was that?” she asked him, the anger slowly melting away. “Why did I have to stand up for you just now?”

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words; 528 !
notes; i quite like this post o-o