Kyero - As if you were mineA Chapter by Plagued MonumentallyBut inside your heart it is black and its hollow, and its cold. Just how deep do you believe? Kyero mouthed the words of the song that was playing on the radio as he starred out the window, watching the city he grew up in flash in front of his eyes. "Are you excited for your first day of your junior year, sweetie?" Kyero's mom, Channon, said while she made a turn around the corner to the school. "No." Kyero grumbled and rubbed his eyes, getting all the sleep out. He shouldn't of worked so hard on his poetry last night. All he needed was 3 more poems until he could complete a portfolio and show it to his mom's friend, Dion, who was a journalist. He could possibly get his work published. "I don't know what time I'll be done work tonight, so there's leftover lasagna in the fridge if you get hungry." "Yum." Kyero tried to sound enthusiastic, but he was getting tired of having leftovers every second night. But it was better than nothing, right? What if this whole crusade's a charade and behind it all there's a price to be paid, for the blood on which we dine. Justified in the name of the holy and the divine. "Alright sweetie, here we are. You'll be okay taking the bus home tonight?" She asked, even though she didn't really care for the answer that Kyero gave her. "Yes, mom." He opened the door and closed it behind him, turning around to see his mothers worried expression. "Don't be late. And maybe put a smile on for once. Take care, hun. Text me when you get out of school." She waved before driving off, her rusty red Ford Crusader getting lost in the swarm of vehicles up until a point where Kyero couldn't see her car anymore. He sighed and turned towards the extremely large Callingwood High School. Students were already gathered in large groups around picnic tabled, around the steps of the school, around the parking lot, basically everywhere. Now the question was, what group would I fit into? Walking towards the doors of the high school seemed to take forever. He got a couple glares from football players and a couple smiles from cheerleaders. One cheerleader in particular stood out, she had a black hair that was styled into a pixie cut. She looked too dark to be a cheerleader, but maybe things were different at this school. He pulled open the large brown doors of the school and entered. It had a combination of sweat and perfume. There was a cacophony of deafening shrieks of laughter and conversations loud enough that Kyero overheard. "So, did it really smell that bad?" He caught from a couple of jocks standing near the entrance of the door. "Can I borrow a pen, I think I forgot my bag in Mac's car." Like he knows who the hell Mac is. This school was going to get some getting used to. © 2011 Plagued MonumentallyAuthor's Note
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