Chris thought about the project, stumped on what he should do. He didn't really have an idea in mind. A clothing company sounded reasonable. Chris did have a habit of collecting and wearing scarves. He began to write down some ideas. He rubbed his bruise a bit, noticing he was bleeding a bit as well. Great. He was bleeding. Chris sighed and faked a smile. He looked at the girl that walked up to him
“A bruise? On the first day?”Chris was now embarrassed, her laugh making him a bit upset. He kept the fake smile, not saying anything. He kept eyes on his paper, not moving at all.
“How disgusting.”Disgusting? Maybe the look of it was pretty gross. He was bleeding after all. His heart was racing, the attention he was getting upsetting him. He tried to hold everything in like always. He felt the band aid smacked on him. Although it was gentle, the bruise made his cheek tender. Chris was losing patience. He kept writing trying not to crack. His fake smile seemed to tremble as he felt his face burn with a blush.
“There you go little bitch.”Chris snapped his pencil's lead as his writing was more aggressive. Chris' blush was now a dark red and his fake smile was faltering. He felt tears begin to form, but he took a deep breath as he fought them back. One stray tear flowed down his cheek, but he tried his best to hide it. It fell on his paper and Chris violently ripped the paper out of his notebook, balling it up quickly.
He noticed Alex coming to him, Chris' face staring at the desk. Chris was struggling to keep his false smile on his face. He wanted to cry, but that would make him seem weaker.
"You okay man?Chris didn't look at him and kept his face down.
"Yes...I'm fine..." Chris lied. He just wanted to crawl into a ball and disappear. This is why he hated school. The pressure of dealing with people and bottling in his frustration was tough. But he chose to do this. Chris was very close to snapping or crying. Or even both.
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