Into the Unknown (Formally known as Suicide)

*Disclaimer, babyyy!
I know, I love these annoying things too, but I’m thinking of getting into the habbit of doing these.
Anyways, I have no excuse because I literally have been the biggest jack to TAP. I say i’m back then leave for three months then post a story then leave for six months and know i’m apparently ‘back’. Not true. I’m not promising anything, my fellow friends.
There are a lottttttttttttttt of new people on here so I’m Ebby:) I’ve been a member since the almost-beginning and haven’t been as commited as before. But HEYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!
Anyways for those of you who haven’t read Suicide, don’t. This is a remade version of the crap piece I wrote like a year ago. But I decided to at least do something to my what-you-call-stellar-idea :) So here it is
Into the Unknown.

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“Loser!”
A sharp push of a beefy hand, that unmistakably belong to the Neanderthal football bullies, connected with my shoulder, sending me in a flustered fit into the dark, evergreen lockers. Bang! I groaned, knowing full well a bruise has already started to form, matching its brother located on my [removed], given I was also contently sitting on it. Instinctively I grabbed my aching shoulder and palmed my throbbing rear while grunting my way up the set of lockers.
The sound of boyish snickers rang past my ears as the meat-heads playfully pushed each other in a silence victory. I snarled and called after them, “Jerk!”
Beside me Alexis leaned against her locker, slamming it shut with her skinny back. She was laughing in the pit of her sleeve, eyeing the belongings I dropped. I rose an eyebrow, bending down to retrieve the loose papers scattered about the tiled floor, “Does my pain bring you happiness?” I asked.
She continued to giggle, “I’m just happy it was you this time thrown into the lockers.”
I rolled my eyes at her great support and lapped up my stray pencils and pens. The people didn’t bother with the mess on the school floor, me being the mess, because they were used to this fourth-hour annual hooliganism. Or, rather the football hooliganism.
Alexis stopped her playfulness as the team bounded down the steps towards their next class; our next class. In all seriousness she glared past them, “Why do they pick on us?”
I shrugged, reaching for the last item of my belongings, “Because we play cello in band?”
I’m a finger away from the metallic blue folder when she kicks it down the almost-empty hall. “I’m serious Kaylee. I mean, we’re not the biggest losers around here.”
I got up, sighing to retrieve my folder. I grinned at her and shimmied my chest, “Common, babe! I’m not the skinniest girl here and I certainly don’t have the biggest chest…” I grinned and suggestively glared at her lower body.
She blushed a deep crimson red while protectively snapping her arms across her double D bust. “Shut up.”
“Nothing to be ashamed of.” I winked as the tinny bell rang loud over our hushed conversation. Alexis and I just stared at each other once the melody quieted down to a numbing white silence.
“Wanna’ ditch?” Alexis asked, eyeing the door to Language Arts with pure venom in her eyes.
I nodded my head. “Definitely.”