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Lately I've been hard to reach
I've been too long on my own
Everybody has their private world
Where they can be alone.

This roleplay is for Iggy and Benjamin only! Please do not post!

Lucas walked out of the principal's office. He had to complete all the registation forms by himself since his parents could care less. He sighed and looked at his schedule, math in room A 201 was first. He hoped no one would ask him questions. He hated talking, it usually ended with him getting a new bruise to add to his growing collection. He'd learned to just shut up and take it. He stared at every door he passed, looking for 201. He wasn't watching where he was going so he walked into some one. He didn't bother saying sorry or even looking at them, just walked around and kept staring at doors..

Anthony blinked when he ran into some one .he was about to say sorry when the boy just walked around him and kept walking . He looked at his best friend Lucy confused. "that was weird." She stated he knodded. "i think he's new." He breathed softly as they head to math. The opposite way the boy was going. Anthony touched his heart curoious as to why it thumped loudly when he saw the boy. .

Lucas looked at the map on the wall, then to a door that said D 69. He was all the way on the other side of the school! The bell rang and Lucas sighed again. He was late to his first class on his first day of a new school. He looked at the map again and walked to the other way. He finally made it to class about fifteen minutes later. He sighed and opened the door, to the expense of sixteen teenagers and one old lady staring at him..

Anthony blinked when the door opened interupting there leason , him along with the rest of the class watched a boy come in. His her thumped when he realised it was the boy from earlier. He had an open seat next to him cause in this class their were assigned seats.
"why are you late?" the old woman growled..

Lucas kind of flinched at the woman's tone and looked down a little. A tone like that was usually followed by a hard hit in the face. Lucas shrugged and handed the teacher his transfer form with his information. It probably looked a little wierd because it was was England, but oh well. He waited for the teacher to say something to him nervously..

"oh your new!" She stated looking over the paper . " you can have the seat next to anthony . " she added as soem of the class gave noooos. Anthony just blushed lighly he hated being popular sometimes. .

Lucas wondered why some of class groaned, it was a little weird. He took the only empty seat in the class and pulled out his notebook, feeling some eyes still on him. It was making him feel anxious. He sighed inwardly and picked up his pencil, not bothering to take notes but just doodling..

Anthony glanced at the boy periodically thre wthe rest of the class time , while some just stared . He was happy his day changed for once . it felt good. "hello i'm anthony." He said to the boy when the bell rang and people were leaving..

Conversation? Lucas didn't want to talk to anyone. Letting anyone get to know him was a seriously bad idea. He just looked at Anthony with his usual cautious eyes and stood up and walked away, hoping his cold shoulder would give the kid a hint. He looked at his schedule. Art was period two. He couldn't be late to that..

Anthony blinked when the boy didnt say anything back and gave him the cold shoulder. He felt giddy all of a sudden. " so you need someone to help you find your way around the school?" he asked knowning he wouldn get a response as he followed the boy.

Lucas sighed and handed the kid his schedule. He hated interacting with people, but if he was going to find his way through the school he'd someone, at least for a day. Anthony seemed so persistent, something he didn't like..

He smiled happily as he won and got the boys schedule . "we have pratically the same schedule so you can just follow me around okay." He breathed cutely and handed the boy his schedule back as he began walking towards the art room as Lucy snook up behind him and grabed his arm . " i missed you." she purred stupidly and he laughed . .

Weird people, Lucas thought to himself. He craved a relationship like that, but would never allow himself to get close to someone. He followed Anthony and the girl silently as they all walked toward the art room. He was nervous in a new place, too many people staring at him, was he that weird looking?.

"oh lucy thats the boy whos new and doesnt talk. "He stated pointing behinnd him and she looked behind and blushed . "Doesnt he have a name tony?" She asked . "Yes but i dont know it. "He stated back opening the art rooms door and going in .

"Lucas," he whispered, but they probably didn't hear him anyways. They were too happy, it was weird. But he guessed everybody's life was better than his. The only thing he was looking forward to after school was working...

Anthony smiled when he heard lucas's voice but he playe dit off as he took his seat and smiled at lucas . "Sit here lucas?" he asked patting the emepty seat at his side. the other one was taken by lucy.

Lucas looked around, seeing if there were any other seats open, but sadly there were not. He hesitated and then took a seat next to Anthony. He would have to suffer through having a companion the rest of the year, he thought. if he lived that long. Lately things at home were getting slightly worse. His mother had attacked him with a fork last night and his father hadn't been home in three days. He sighed and rested his head in his hand on the table.

Anthony smiled and then frowned when the boy layed his head and hands on the table . He sighed and pulled out his sketch book . Sketching the postion and then adding details His heart thumped as he did this . He bit his lip as he drew the boy.

Lucas reached down and pulled out his own sketchbook. He always had it with him, though it was filled with disturbing drawings of murder, abuse, and suicide. Though they were actually quite good, he had to admit. He put his pen to the paper and let his emotions pour out into the sketch, drawing a boy ripping his bleeding heart out, tears streaming down his cheeks and words next to him saying 'I don't need this, no one does.' He didn't realize how much time had passed, but he realized someone was staring at his paper and he didn't dare look up.

Anthony watched the boy draw he was really good even thought the picture was dark , he liked it . It was different and bold. The detail was amazing and the words made him sad. " your a really good drawer." He breathed lightly.