𝐖𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐃 ||mj✔︎(REVAMPED)

Misunderstood

It's another day in the kindergarten class of Michael and he sits silently in his seat, staring into space while making paper airplanes and flying them across the room

Mrs. Briggs walks around the classroom assigning partners for a coloring project. "Monae and Michael, you two will work together." She calls out while reading her check board list

Monae stops playing with her pigtails and frowns over at him. She raises up her hand immediately not liking the idea of working with the cute, quiet little boy. "Mrs. Briggs! Do I really gotta work with him? He's always talking to himself and never speaks. He's weird. He also draws bloody pictures. He needs to go to the hospital to fix his brain." She taunts

The class of 5 year olds start snickering.

Nobody would imagine the dark look that the 5 year old Michael is giving her behind her back

Mrs. Briggs shakes her head at Monae. "Monae that wasn't nice. We don't tease other students. Please apologize to him." She orders

Michael follows her with his eyes as she goes over to him."I'm sorry." She simply shrugs and struts back to her seat

But he didn't take that apology seriously. He didn't accept it.

Later on that afternoon, Monae fell off the slide at a far distance from the ground and sprains her ankle.

It was thought to have been an accident

But the quiet little Michael smiles a sneaky partially toothless smile while he watches them carry her back inside the school

Satisfied.
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Hayden~

    I sat in my bedroom working on an essay for my AP English class.

But I've currently typed like 2 sentences. There's so much on my mind that I can't concentrate. Since it's now December, I just hope I have a better Christmas than the Thanksgiving I just had

I haven't seen that girl Japan or whatever ever since then. I still don't understand what I did to her but I've been trying to let it go

The lie she told about being pregnant is pretty talked about now, and people are starting to believe her. It's just annoying. I'm not one to be involved with drama, but right now is the worst time to be involved in it.

I blew frustrated air out my mouth and shut my laptop. My mind is blank.

The scars on my face has gone away and I don't really look like I've been in a fight anymore so I'm progressing

Nobody even really noticed my altercation between that girl. My mom usually always senses every little misplaced thing about me. But she didn't notice the light bruises and cuts on my skin and I'm thankful. I don't need anyone else getting involved

I looked in the mirror and touched the necklace Michael gave me. I'm glad it didn't get jacked up during my fight. I love looking at it everyday. I woulda started crying if anything happened to it—like real tears

I smiled a little to myself as I pulled my hair back, getting a better view of my necklace. I still wonder how much he spent on this because if he paid over 20 dollars I'm gonna feel guilty.

I hear my phone vibrate and I go over to my bed and plop down on it to see the notification

Michael🖤: wya

Me: home wyd??

Michael🖤: I'm at Benny's place

Me: can u pick me up wen ur done??