<*Hi guys! Fifth project on this account!*>} [^This Projects is the first chapter of a book I am creating (quite literally, I plan on publishing itttt.)*>} (^So I hope ya'll enjoy! Please feel free to comment your thoughts both good a bad are welcome.^) <*OH ALSO! I made chapter 1 into...7 parts because Scratch said it was to long. I'll probably make a studio for each chapter TTvTT*> <~^WARNING^~> -Gay! -Itty bit of sensitive language (tried hard to edit that out) -Abuse -Creepers CHAPTER 1 PROJECT PARTS: Part 1: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/807706031 Part 2: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/807715808 Part 3: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/807721718 Part 4: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/809469780 Part 5: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/809478942 Part 6: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/810033780 Part 7: Part 8:
CHAPTER 1 (part 5) "So..." Kennedy says as we walk to our second period art class. "So...what" I say in a dull, bored voice. "So who your blonde boyfriend?" I can almost hear the smile in her words. "Just some guy, he said his name was Danny." I shrug. But to be honest, I haven't stop thinking about him, I don't know why, but I just really want to see what his eyes look like. For someone with that color complexion and hair they had to have some rare colored eyes. Stormy grey? Enchanting green? Deep ocean blue? Dark midnight black? Hell maybe even gold to match his hair and skin. "Char? Char!" In a distant yet very familiar cavern I heard Kennedy's voice almost muffled. Then I snapped back to reality only cause Kennedy had started shaking my shoulders hard. "What?" I asked, eyes wide. "Did you not here the loudspeaker?" She said, rolling her eyes."You've been called to the principle's office. What did you do?" "I don't know!" "Well then, hurry up and check before I drag you by the ear." "Sure sure" I said as I walked away. The empty hallways felt almost like home to me, like I belonged in the loneliness, the A.C making me feel cold and alone, kinda in a calm relaxing way. I finally arrived at the dark oak wood door that was the principles office. Ms. Adam was generally a nice person but if you got on her bad side it was most likely to be the worst high-school experience ever. Luckily for me I had never done anything that would have gotten her to make my life hell, so I had absolutely no clue why I was being called to her office. I took a deep breath and walked in.
