christmas orphan // muke

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Michael

It was only the third day of school, but I could tell something was off.

There was no annoying blonde boy skipping around the halls, complimenting everyone's outfits, and spreading rays of sunshine, but there was someone different.

It was a dark, more punk looking Luke. He had bracelets on his wrists, and his hair was down. He wore a mayday parade shirt, along with pitch black skinnies and converse.

He still smiled at everyone as they passed though.

But everything was quieter.

Quiet was good though.

I walked to homeroom, only to be met up with Ashton.

"Hey. Mikey. Come here." He said.

I walked over to our desks and sat beside him.

"Hey. What's wrong with Luke?"

"I dont know and I don't care." I mumbled.

"Well. He has a huge bruise under his eye-"

"He does?" I asked.

He nodded.

I looked over to the door and saw him pull his hood down.

I still couldn't get a good glimpse at it though.

I got up from my seat, and walked over to him.

"Hi Luke." I said.

He didn't respond, but looked over to me.

I saw what Ashton was talking about. There was a growing bruise under Luke's left eye.

"What happened?"

He stayed silent.

"Luke? I asked what happened." I said, just incase he didn't hear me.

"I don't like lying to people." He said.

"Okay...and?" I asked.

"I don't like to lie to people, but I don't want to tell you the truth, so I just shouldn't say anything." He said.

"Luke?-"

"Class. Take your seats." The teacher announced loudly.

I sighed and walked back to my seat.

~

*music class*

"Okay everybody. Calm down. Get to your seats." Mr. Raford said.

We all sat down and he stood in the middle of the class room.

"Okay. So. It's only the third day of school, but I've assigned a project. It's not hard at all. All you have to do is write your own piece, and perform-"

Everybody groaned.

"But! You can work with a partner if you want. Get to work. You have a week. " He said, which kinda made everybody feel better.

I looked over to Ashton, but he had already rushed over to some Asian kid.

I sighed, and saw everybody already had a partner.

Except Luke

No. I'm not working with him.

He stood watching, as everybody walked away with their partners.

He crossed his arms over his stomach, walking back to his seat.

I sighed.

I guess I have to work with him. Anyway, he might be a good song writer.