Neon Boy, Dark Girl
Neon Boy, Dark Girl2 mins 431 2 mins 431
Lazie sat in the back of the classroom in the farthest corner with a coffee-candy in her mouth. As other kids filled the classroom, quickly, nobody dared to sit by Lazie. With her black hair mixed with green and blue dye, black piercings in her corner lip and corner eyebrows, black converse, black pants, a TOP shirt, and dark makeup, Lazie looked like someone you wanted to get away from. So that's exactly what happened, and Lazie was fine with it. The late bell rung, and it was now time for the first day of high school to begin.
A wrinkly man entered the classroom, a frown hung on his chin and his eyes squinted, "Hello, you may call me Mr. Fr-" before the man could finish the door slammed open. There stood a panting boy with a bright appearance, he hovered over, resting the palms of his hands on his knees. Whispers erupted around the classroom. The elderly teacher cleared his throat and squinted his eyes at the boy, the boy spoke, "Sorry 'bout that! I'm late because my mother forgot her phone!" Lazie turned her head to the side, the boy had bright yellow pants with orange rips, a pink t-shirt with a violet jacket on top, neon green headphones, and fire-hot red converse. The elderly teacher grumbled, "Just sit down, young man!" The tardy boy nodded and looked around, ignoring the giggles and whispers until his honey-brown eyes landed on Lazie's threatening dark ones, he smirked and began walking over to her.
In the background, the teacher continued, "As I was saying, you may call me Mr. Fredrick-" the rest of his words went through one ear and out the other. As the neon-colored boy got closer, he didn't hesitate to sit right next to Lazie. She bit her candy and huffed out the coffee smell in response, she used her gruffly deep voice to say, "Go Away, Neon-Boy" The boy smirked again and blew his bright magenta-dyed hair out of his face "Chill out, dark girl. You don't have to build your walls against me, I ain't gon' hurt ya" Lazie glared at him and asked a peculiar question "Which way do you go, boy?" The boy smiled, knowing exactly what she meant, "Call me Tori, Tori Jay. And I can go both ways, but I prefer my own kind." Tori winked at the end and held out his hand, showing his sky blue nails with pink polka dots.
Lazie relaxed her glare and huffed, "Lazie. Lazie Radic. I go the old fashioned way, forward and straight, Tori." They shook on it.