A gray fog surrounds you. You blink and you're in a classroom. The last traces of the sunset pouring from the curtains. You see five students. Three boys and two girls. The girls are sitting on the desks. They're laughing. You see one of the boys pinned against the wall, the other two hitting him. The smaller boy yelps in pain. "What are you gonna do about, kitty?" The boy has tears streaming down his face. "You're such a small kitty." The boys taunt. The boy's jaw clenches. He tries to lunge for one of the boys, they dodge it and kick him in the stomach. "Stupid kitty." The girls laugh more as the boy continues the try to fight back. He stumbles and knocked down again. One of the two bullies grab him by the collar of his shirt. "You will always be a weak, Kitty." The room disappears in a cloud, but you can still hear his screams.
Dreki Calvin Skyler
> He usually has bruises under his clothes.
>He only wears hoodies
>He loved milk- like he's OBSESSED with it.
>He has no chill.
>He's a bit of a tsundere.
>He has only two people he'd consider friends.
>He is single.
>He has no crush.
>He trusts no one.
>He has an abusive past.
>Currently in foster care.
>He has almost given up on happiness.
>Birthday= 07 18
The same gray fog engulfs you. You bit your lip, wondering what it will show you next. You close your eyes, nervous and... scared. You gulp and open your eyes. You were in a city. The street lights were surround by people holding umbrellas. You looked up, there was no star in the night sky. How unfortunate. That's when you spot him. The same boy that was being bullied, a little older now. He looks around fifteen, maybe older. He's with someone. A girl. And he's smiling. You smile as well. You look down to see their hands locked together. The only thing unsettling about the image is the 'X' on the girl's face. The image fades.
>His favorite color is emerald green.
>He hates neon yellow.
>He has a large scar on his back from getting a beer bottle thrown at him when he was around eight.
>He can never adjust to his foster parents.
>He usually runs from the house if they remind him of his past.
>His mother ran out on his dad when he was five.
>He dad became abusive and an alcoholic as a result.
>He resembles his mother a lot.
The cloud disperses. You look for the boy's face. You spot him, his face is tear stained in the dark room. A television playing in the background. You hear shouting downstairs, but you don't even turn. He's curled up in a ball under a thin blanket. You watch as he continues to sob. You wonder what had happened. Suddenly there's a knock on the door, few seconds later someone is speaking to him in a deep, pained voice. "Dreki, it's Drake," The boy at the door says. Dreki clenches his jaw, his pitiful expression icing over. He gets up and unlocks the door.
"You..." He starts, but it looks like he's at a loss for words, you can see his tail thrashing. "I have NOTHING to say to you." Dreki slams the door in the red haired boy's face. Once Dreki was sure the other boy was gone, he started to sob uncontrollably.
Dreki has had about one friend his entire life, Drake.
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