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   Sept 17, 2017
    The school

Walking in the chilly air at 5am wasn't the way Carla wanted to go to school, but she was used to it. Not wanting to meet her parents, which she have succeed for 4 years at most was one of her reasons, and being deprived if sleep was also another reason. Besides wanting to feel the fresh air circulating around her, she also wanted the cold to eat her away.

I a way she was dressed, people have already and surely guessed that she is a male and has no where to sleep. Her kaki baggi jeans and a bug black unzipped jacket that revealed her crop shirt with her rings that occupy every of her fingers though made her seem a girl, a tomboy. Not that she wasn't, but her clothing that mostly consists big hoodie, cropped shirt and a jeans or other baggies were the most comfortable place she would stay for a day in.

Carla seems counting time as she pass through the neighbouring hood of the school like she always does. A light shines from the east, a rainbow of orange pink and red extracted from it, the dusk brought some lively spirit through her body, and even though she hated sun, she has always loved the dusk.

Every now and then she would smile at it before realizing she's around the school and anyone could see her, she would zip her lips to frown. Maybe, a little part of her wasn't in need of gracing others with her smile, but deep down inside the whole she lives in, she knew that she couldn't smile because she was afraid.

After she knew no one would accept her, not even her family as she is, she has turned into what they wanted her to be, what they created was now the most scariest thing here. She knew she needed to change, she needed to be accepted by the people around her, and when suddenly she was as a cheerleader, as a bullier, and as a rude sadist abd a slut that sold her body for the guy she knew nothing about, a change happened, followed by the consequence she received. Now she wasn't who she wanted to be, and she either wasn't what they wanted her to be, she was what deep inside everyone wished her to be. A sadist with no smile nor peace.

Her thoughts were stumbled upon hearing a feminine voice, so lively and cheerful. Hating the sound of it, she turned with a scowl, a different feature of anger surrounding her.

Ayala though, if Carla scared her a little bit, she didn't show it, not even a hint of scared. Rather with a smile she sat next to Carla who sees Ayala with a confusion and frown, hating that at some point Ayala was the type if friend she wanted to have. One who doesn't act weird or awkward, one who doesn't tell you who you seem to h, rather see you in a way no one does. For a while Carla thought the mystery Unknown number that text ever now and then perpetually was Ayala, but that vanished when a message pops on her screen.

Unknown number

Looks like you made a friend..

Shocked, Carla started to check her surrounding, waiting for another message to pop, cause without a reply she knew whoever the person was wouldn't stop messaging.

Stop looking for me, I am no where near you.

Maybe, I might he looking from above the sky..

She, Carla though took it as a hint looking at every roof of the building. A second passed before she caught a glimpse of black jacket turning, a bag sat at his shoulder, with his blonde hair that moves together with the wind. A smirk pulled at her lips when his half face was in view.

Her

Where to go now?!

"..and you know, I never thought I would speak to you like this." Ayala was still rambling, with a look of thinking that Carla thought was adorable.

"Gotta go" Carla stood taking her bag with her, her eyes fixed on the top of the building, the guys back still in view, as if he was waiting for her to come and take a view.

"Oh!" Ayala seemed shocked, if her Sude eyes didn't suggest the idea her standing still taking a look at Carla in a strange way did. "Y..You, I..I.. Mean you Carla speak?!"

Giving another weird glance to Ayala, Carla shook her head running past through students, with a push and dragging them out of her way, after that is, returning te question of Ayala.

"Oh! You Ayala have a brain"

Unknown number

Looks like your coming.

Her

Stay right there

Another message pops and before she could see it, her eyes caught a leg that stood in front of her legs, tripping her. With a yelp she fall trembling to the floor, a cracking of phone and laughter's were heared next.

Pulling the cloak of the jacket hiding her red eyes, and cold looking face of hers she stood, stumbling her hand that was fisted into the owner of the leg, that for a first look had a handsome face with a grin on his lips, which by chance was none other than Deris.

As his nose bleeds with a few gasping sounds of students around her, she smirk with a scowl on her face, a cold and threatening voice shaking the hallway that echo's her voice as she spoke.

"Look who you're messing with next time, for you might burn, or.." She crack her neck, taking a look again at his bleeding nose, "...bleed, you're weak to the point a simple punch of a 'weak' girl broke your nose"

Some snickers and giggles with a plenty of whistle were heared, and that seems to do the truck since for a look Deris send aniter punch to Carla's face. Good thing that didn't reach her, for if it did, it would have been too painful.

But how didn't it reach it?! A question that roams around Carla's head was answered when suddenly her eyes could see  the same blonde hair from up the building, the same bag and the same jacket stood in front of her, his hand holding Deris's fist.

As he turn to her though after sending another punch to Deris sending him flying yo his friends arm, Carla was shocked to see the same earring and his blue eyes that she once again dived in.

"You?!"

________To be continued_________
Who guessed it?! Most of you I guess! But is he really the unknown number?! Is Issac, the guy who holds Carla's twisted self interesting?!