I raked my hand through my shoulder length blond hair. It's this damn hair that paints me the villain in everyone's eyes. I struggled to resist the urge to grab scissors and cut down my golden lochs. I guess it's not entirely their fault that they think I'm a gangster. I had double piercings in my ears with hoop earrings, my hands delved deep into my pockets and a constant unwanted frown lingered on my face.
I tied my hair up into a little pigtail and exited my run down house. I didn't bother saying good bye to my mum; I don't see why I should waste my time on that woman.
As I walked down the street I got constant looks from my neighbours and some occasional whispers of "it's the gangster!" And "I don't feel safe with kids like him around" I laughed dryly to myself; I had gotten used to this by now.
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At school
I get to school late as usual. Mr Fujishida was waiting for me with his bamboo stick in hand. I knew what was coming and Mr Fujishida smacked my arse 3 times each time calling me a different insult. I would be lying if I said it didn't hurt and holy fuck did it hurt.
I hopped to my class clutching my arse cheeks and silently cursing Mr Fujishida. I was entering the class when they all stared to look at me. I realised I had interrupted the new kids introduction. I acted as if I didn't a give a shit and walked, well tried to, to my seat. I dumped myself into my chair.
The new kid restarted his introduction. His name was Kenji and the rest I had forgotten. Kenji had brown short hair and was built like a twig. He was smiling so brightly I had to shut my eyes. I could already tell he was one of those overly nice kids that had everything going their way and no problems. I found my eyebrows furrowing with envy and I briefly decided; he was going to be my next victim.
This is Kenji^^^=^
Ahhh speak of the devil of course Mrs Kimiyawa puts him next to me. I guess she wants him to teach me a thing or two.
I sighed as all the girls stared at me with jealousy leaking out of their eyes. They looked at me menacingly. It wasn't like I wanted to sit here, next to this daft pretty boy. One thing I've learnt about looking like this is to just act the way they see you. I'm forced to act like this every single day just to live up to their expectations of me. I feel pity for the people I've hurt and bullied but it's the only way I can survive. If I looked like a gangster and acted like a puppy it's just going to be worse.
I smiled as I saw Kenji walking towards the desk to the right of me. I stuck my leg out in front of me and when he collapsed on the floor. I grimaced at the fall 'ouch' but I quickly got back into character and smirked at his petite delicate face and said "oops"
If Kenji was upset he didn't show it he brushed him self off got off the floor and replied with " it's ok" he flashed me his award winning smile and sat next to me. That smile nearly made me want to break character and be myself but I held it together. I felt the strange urge to show him who I really am. I beat myself up for thinking such stupid thoughts and tucked the feeling at the back of my head.
Kenji's Diary
Todays my first day of school and I really don't want to go. I cursed my mum for forcing me to go to this shitty school.
And what would you know when I was doing my introduction some fucking dunce interrupted me midway. I was about to turn to him and give him a piece of my mind but when I saw him I had second thoughts. He looked like he could beat me up with one hand behind his back. Just by the way he looked at me I knew to not try anything. I should steer clear of him.I watched him limp to his seat acting all nonchalant and shit but I could tell that it was just a facade. But why? Does this mean he looks like a bad guy but he's really soft inside?
I tucked my thoughts away and headed to my new seat. Oh my fucking god of course I'm sitting next the person I'm meant to avoid. Thank you so much for putting me next to him. I floated down the desks and was approaching the desk next to his. I didn't see his bloody leg was out until too late and I fell to the floor. Oh fuck you, what was that for?
To my surprise I saw him grimace at the impact between me and the floor. But he quickly smirked at me and said "oops". I assumed that my eyes were playing tricks on me and I saw no such thing.
All my belief that he was a good guy fell out of the window. I don't care if he's a good guy why would he trip me up for no reason?? No person thats 'good' would do that? I resisted the urge to give that lowlife fake blond bully a piece of my mind but I remembered not to get on his bad side and forced a smile and replied with "it's ok"
It's people like him that really piss me off! Why is he bullying the weak just because he's strong?