I am Skylar. I am also Sky.

My name was picked out by my late mother. She was the most beautiful woman in the world she died not to long ago. She died right before my eyes. It was from a drive by. It was all happening to fast when she got shot.

*FLASHback**

We were just walking around at the park. It was bright and early in the morning. We had just gotten back from getting ice cream. She got her favorite. Strawberry and mint swirl. I got plain vanilla. That's when those a-holes started shooting. I can remember much from the day. What I do remember was that the people drove in a green car. My mom jumped in front of me to stop the bullets from killing me. Only one got me. It scared my arm. So I have a huge scar on my shoulder. But my mom got it much worse. She got shot in the left eye and chest. She was dying. I called the police but they arrived to late. My mom was dead.

$%$EnD Of FlashBACK%^%^

I was sitting on my bed. My alarm going beep. I hit the stop button and rubbed my eyes. Another day of school. I stood up and streched. I was in nothing really. All I had on at the moment was just a pair of boxers. I walked over to my closet and choose a shirt from all of my black shirts. I never really wore any other colors after my mom died.

After choosing what I would were for the day I went down stairs when my dad was sitting in a pool of vomit and beer. I sighed and picked him up and put him on the couch. If he woke up and saw he was in his body fluids, he would be extra angry for the day.

It is really humiliating when I remember that I am 50% of him. Well at least I am also 50% of my mother too.

I got up to get a blanket for my 'Dear Papa'. As I got the blanket I saw the time.

Shit.

I had only 5 minutes to get out of the house. I grabbed my backpack. The left strap on my backpack broke, and since my dad has not left the house since 2004 I had to tie the two straps together. So my backpack was more like a purse.

I ran out of my door just as the bus was pulling up. The bus was just slowing down as I was running up. Lucky for me the bus driver saw me and pulled to stop. I got on the bus, panting, and climbed up the first step.

The bus driver smiled at me and greeted me in a quick nod. I nodded back but refused to smile. I made my way to the back of the bus and took a seat.

I put on my headphones and started to listen to My Chemical Romance.

THEY SAID ALL

TEENAGERS SCARE, THE LIVING SHIT OUTTA ME!

THEY COULD CARE LESS AS LONG AS SOMONE WILL BLEED!

SO DARKEN YOUR CLOTHS OR STRIKE A VIOLENT POSE

MAYBE THEY'LL LEAVE YOU ALONE BUT NOT ME!

I was listening to the last song on my album when I felt something hit my for head. I opened my eyes to see a paper airplane with the tip all crinkled from hitting my head.

I wrinkled my nose at it. It would be a letter about how I am emo and how my mom wanted to die and it was cuz of me. Or it will just be making fun of me for how I like boys more then girls.

I sighed and opened it. It was the usual.

I skimmed my eyes over the page.

"If you're emo you should die... blah blah blah.... Your mom must of been sick of you.... more blah blah blah.... die..... blah blah.... Man they are getting less and less creative every day." I said as I tore up the paper. It never mattered much to me. Sure the words hurt but after a while you kinda already know what's coming. With out me realizing the bus stopped and all of the kids were getting off. I was the last to get of and I made sure to throw away the remands of the note. I smiled at the bus driver but didn't nod.

As I stepped off of the bus I walked straight to class. I wanted to be the first to choose my seat in class otherwise all of the other boys would make sure the only other seat was right in front of one of them. And all they would do is pick on me for the entire time. I walked in to see no one else except Miss Currty, my homeroom teacher.

I looked at her and walked to the very last seat in the very last row. I set down my purse backpack and sat down. I waited for class and thought about some of my favorite show. (The first person who can guess what show this is will get to have and OC in this story Haha I am so evil)

The show had a pink haired boy who could control fire and a blond girl who had key magic. And the is a blue chat that can fly and talk. And they are all wizards. (This should be easy.)

I was interrupted from my thoughts as a blond boy fell in to the room. He quickly got up and walked over to Miss Currty. He was an interesting boy. He had grey eyes and a scar over one eye. He had on what looked to be a tank-top and a purple sweater with 2 pink stripes. To be honest he was kinda cute.

"U-um Ex-excuse me, but is this room 20-19?"(See what I did there?) When I heard him talk it sounded like he had a British accent.

"Sorry, sweetie but that room is across the hall."

"Oh. Um, miss... If it is not too much to ask could I get someone to help me?"

Someone? I am the only one here! Oh no.

"Ok dear. Skylar! Can you show...What is your name sonny?"

"Oh u-uh I am Luke Bl-blue"

"Ok. Sky can you take Mr. Blue to room 20-19"

"Ok Miss Currty"

I took Luke out of the classroom and lead him to his new class.

"So..."I said trying to start a chat. "Your last name is a color."

"Why yes it is, love. What is your last name?"

"It is Yellow.

"Oh that is amazing! I think your name is cute, love"

"You're kind. But it is kind of ironic. I am Sky Yellow."

"That dose sound a little silly I will admit. But then that means you have something in common with me. My full name is Luke 'Willow' Blue. Last time I checked willows aren't blue."

"Yeah that is cool I guess."

"I think today is one of the best days of my life so far."

"Why is that?"

"Well I got to go to a new school, no one is making fun of me for my girlish style, and I have a good new friend. That is if you want to be friends."

This boy wants to be friends with me. I know how this all ends. Somone is my friend. 1 week later. They move on and go to a cooler bunch of people.

"Uhh...sure."

"I am pleased for our friendship. I will see you at lunch."

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Aww! This is of to a cute start so far. To bad most of you guys know me and know I will turn this cute fluff into something super emo and stuff. MWHAHAHAHAH-*coughs* sorry I choked on a fly.