A story (title in progress) -

The reason im writing this is as follows: I woke up late last night after having a strange dream, it was the last of many i had had the weeks before. I found the dream entertaining depressing and cheerful at the same time. I resolved to write it on here and seeing what you all think of it, however I'm going to write the dream in its entirety, so it will take a couple of days or weeks. Some parts may seem more refined than others, this is due to i may remember some parts better than others.
Misspelled words and incorrect punctuation may be found everywhere, but im writing this in haste, due to little time i have between homework getting home and eating.

The following story characters and events are entirely fictitious and any relation to actual people or events is purely due to my mind thinking of it, im hoping for feedback from you all.
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Chapter 1

Justin woke in his stepfathers car after a dream. His hands were clenched onto the leather of the seats, and he felt a cold sweat all over his body, he was shaking from the experience and was hoping to get out of the car soon enough. He was moving to some town in the Midwest of the country due to a promotion his stepfather had gotten. He wasn't enthusiastic about it, but he wasn't depressed either, he was used to moving, and didn't think much of it other than to get away from everyone in previous towns who hated him.
Justin's short brown hair danced in the wind as his stepfathers car as it stopped at a rather normal house.
"Any reason why we had to move to such a shit hole?" Justin inquired in a emotionless tone.
"I don't see whats wrong with it, its the same as all the others in the neighborhood." Dans voice answered, somewhat angered by the intolerance of his stepson.
"Exactly, you had to buy a house that was the same as everyone else's, to distract everyone from the fact that I'm a freak and your a creepy IRS agent."
Dans brow quivered as he started to take luggage and furniture into the house.

Justin always suspected his step dad of hating him, but he guessed it was better than being homeless. He was usually right about these thoughts, just like he was right about people in previous towns hating him.
"Might I ask, why did we move here again?"
Dans silence was a indicator to Justin that he should stop talking, or he might be going to his first day at a new school with a couple of bruises.

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Justin stepped out of his step dads car, looking at what he could only assume was a entrance to a school.
Like most eighth graders, he didn't enjoy school, but he didn't enjoy much anything, so it wasn't much of a change from staying at Dans house. He would still be beaten, he would still be subjected to verbal assault, and he still would be surrounded by people who hated him. The only difference between the two, is that when he was assaulted at Dans house, it didn't bother him, here it would be by people overall just like him. Justin walked in to his registered homeroom, and started roaming, he wanted to establish with other children that he was different from them, and didn't expect any different from them, than he did from adults who hated him.

Justin's eyes wandered, looking from student to student, seeing the clicks that were so common in his age group. He saw the jocks, the "Goth" kids, the geeks, the white trash, and finally he saw the preps, those who didn't physically assault him, but mentally did the most damage. His cheeks turned bright red as he saw a girl that was staring at him, her eyes a bright blue, her hair brown flowing down her back. She was with the "preps" but seemed strange just from a glance, she was beautiful, but at the same time she seemed different.

"Who are you and why are you staring at me?" the girl asked Justin, almost accusing him.
""My names Justin, I'm a A student, i don't expect anything of you and i was staring because you seem......" Justin stuttered in a smitten yet still somehow emotionless tone.
"Whatever, your weird. Is that a black eye? Why did you come to our school?" The girl was annoying but it didn't bother him for some reason.

Justin's walked off, his mind focused on the girl but not on her questions. He couldn't think of why but she was in some way similar to him. His mind thought of some happy, gay scenarios, aswell as some awful tragic ones, while he tapped his desk having some annoying Beatles song stuck in his head.
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Chapter 2
During the first period of the day Justin's mind was almost never focused on the work they were doing, and he kept looking off into space. Justin's thoughts mostly consisted of his fantasies with the girl he had briefly spoken to before class. He thought of dating her, or perhaps dieing in a romantic selfless fashion. All of these thoughts were appealing to him, and he was convinced he was in love.

During a transition from first period to the next, a light haired child much larger than him, suddenly hit Justin in the face. He collapsed to the tiled floor, his books scattered, when his face hit the floor he felt his nose bleeding. Standing up Justin nonchalantly picked up his books ignoring the taunts of the light haired child, he could easily cause that boy more emotional damage than physical he had inflicted on Justin.
"Hey freak, don't be staring at Angie like that." The larger boy commanded, in what he must've thought was a manly tone of voice.
Justin found this boy to be incredibly stupid, the boy seemed to be big, but not in prime physical condition. Justin thought he could defend himself in two ways, although he was commonly beaten up in his past schools, with a weapon he was the deadly one, so weapons was one option. The other was make this boy feel insignificant to him, however that tactic only seemed to work on intelligent people, considering that this boy hadn't even used correct grammar or specified what he meant, so that was a maybe. Justin didn't feel like wasting strength on someone like him, and he didn't feel like wasting breath on someone much less intelligent than him so he decided just to give the boy a glare.
Justin's glare could make a small baby shoot itself without hesitation, the glare gave off a feel that he was going to burn down someones house eat their flesh and then kill all their family members, only with much more detail. If someone was to accidentally stare into Justin's eyes when he was doing this, the person would more than likely scream and run. If he was actually giving it to you, than you could try to challenge him and the verbal onslaught would be so vulgar a nun would commit religious suicide, hoping that their god may spare them from it.

When the large boy saw this he punched Justin in the face again, the girl Justin was smitten for happened to see what was happening and quickly slapped the large boy.
"You need to stop that. Your an idiot. Oh but your my idiot. Come on Luke, you can lead me to my next class" Angie seemed to never stop talking, but her eyes were always quickly switching between Justin and Luke. Looking at Justin as if to say, that she was sorry but also how dare you for hurting my boyfriend. Looking at Luke with a look of disgust but somehow a misguided love.
Justin was about to let the verbal onslaught begin but he was lost in the eyes of "Angie" and couldn't form the words.
As His anger melted Justin began picking his books up again and started off to his next class, his anger was lost and his head was once again filled with thoughts of love. But he was baffled on why that girl could somehow like that brute.
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Chapter 3

The rest of the day went without incident, until lunch.
When Justin stepped into the lunchroom most of the seats were taken, again the clicks were all sitting together, the only open seat was with the "preps" coincidently right next to Angela. He felt his cheeks burning when he sat down, and couldnt manage much but to mumble a "hi".

The girls at the table looked at Justin with disgust, his raggedy brown hair and black clothes made him seem out of place next to them. All of them stared silently until a dark skinned girl across from Justin asked " Why are you sitting here loser?"
Justin shot her a glare, but the effect was not what was expected, she laughed and pushed him over, the tray of food from the cafeteria spilling onto him. "Oh come on he's cute leave him alone." Justin heard this saviors voice, and was surprised to see Angela helping him up. Justin's cheeks again burned and he was actually able to manage a choked "Why did you do that?" Angela stared into his eyes after a while she replied, well its true, also i saw my boyfriend picking on you earlier."

Justin was rather embarrassed that he didn't defend himself earlier, he thought that she must've thought he was a wimp.
"But you didn't defend me earlier..." He mumbled off afraid to make her mad. She again stared into his eyes "Well, naturally i have to stand up for the one I'm in love with." Justin found this misguided and was tempted to ask "Why would you think you love him?" But he soon found the hypocrisies in that and was silent, giving her a somewhat pained look.
"I wish you wouldn't look at me like that, what are you in love with me too?" The question felt like a dagger, a taunt trying to get him open to ridicule and more hate. It felt as though she was setting a trap for him.

Luke of course saw this conversation and his blood boiled, he was angry at Justin, though his mind wasn't able to process his name, somehow lost in another thought, that he should be killed. Luke however shrugged and decided he would deal with it in gym, luckily it was football today, and his team always won, usually breaking someones bones in the process. This time wouldn't be any different.
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Unsurprisingly once Justin came to gym, the game was of course not football, but instead soccer. Something that Luke hadn't understood that the P.E. coach was Brazilian and actually had said football meaning soccer. So when Justin came to gym the cones and soccer ball didn't surprise him. He had always loved soccer, his mother was the one who taught him how to play, and even though she was killed, he held it close to his heart.

The teams didn't matter that much, except for the fact that Luke was placed on the team opposite from Angela, who was of course on the same team as Justin. The game started and Justin darted around the field with the ball, he was perhaps the best in his new class who seemed to just stand around and talk as if they were in class still. He was suddenly knocked over by Luke, onto the floor. Justin swore under his breath as Luke tripped over him, a boy taller than Luke had punched Luke an had caused him to stumble. "I don't see why you don't just kill that idiot." The boy said while helping justin up. "The scum in the world deserves to be dealt with."
Justin found this boy to be very similar to himself, though his thoughts are stirred around in his mind, and the consequences occur to him. This boy had blatantly said to commit murder, no mater how much most people deserve to die, taking a human life is the worst thing someone could possibly do. "I hope you realize the consequences to that." Justin was rather worried about this child. "It doesn't matter, besides we'd need a weapon first."
The word we stung Justin's ears. "uhh......umm......whats your name?" Justin was still shocked.
The boy stared at Justin's eyes, the contrast between just their eyes was strange "does that matter much? Come to my house sometime, we live in the same neighborhood."
The other boys eyes were trapped in Justin's mind, they blazed with ambition and fury, a deadly combination.
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Chapter 4
Justin got off at his bus still in shock, that other boys eyes still burned in his mind.
He walked to his house, still nervous that that boy lived in his neighborhood. Getting a bottle of soda from his fridge he heard something on TV.

"The school shooting that happened last week is still under investigation. Police are baffled at how the shooter was able to not leave any trace of his attack, even eye witnesses do not recall who was the shooter, saying that they could no see his face. However police assume that the shooter used something to blind the other students while he slaughtered one particular student. Though the police have looked for the child's parents they were not found. Police will still be searching for the killer throughout the state." Something Justin noticed something particular about the news casters report, he lived in the same state that that shooting had happened. He turned off the TV, thinking nothing of it, things like that always happened to someone else, after all only one person had died, the killer was probably a fellow student who had some vendetta against him.
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