Saving Me [ DontxBlinkk & x-Snorkle-Rainbow-x ]

“Alexis! Breakfast is ready!”

The words echoed, but they didn’t stir her; it was safe to say she enjoyed her sleep. As she shuffled around to face away from the door, the female let out a groggy groan. The blankets were pulled up over her head and it wasn’t until her mother’s voice sounded again that she darted up right.

“Alexis! You’ll be late for school!”

Alexis stared forwards with bright blue eyes at her small, curtain covered window before turning to look towards to door. She knew she couldn’t be late. To stay on her scholarship she had to be on time every day and stay in the top three students of her class. Why couldn’t she have just gone to a normal school?

“Alexis!”

“I’m up! I’m up!”

Climbing from her bed, she gave a quick stretch and then rubbed her eyes quickly. Alexis quickly slid off her baby pink pyjama bottoms before starting to undo her matching button up shirt. Discarding the garments on her unmade bed, she walked across the room in only her white bra and panties set towards her small wardrobe. Opening it always managed to depress her. Girls her age had so many clothes to choose from and she had hardly anything; she couldn’t remember the last time she’d brought something new. Letting out a small sigh, she pulled a black skirt from a hanger followed by a white button up shirt and a sleeveless, jumper-style tank top in her school colours. The garment was a solid black while there was a red hem around then arms, neck and around the bottom of the item with the school logo embroidered on the left breast. Pulling the skirt up her thighs, she quick fastened it around her hips and then began on the shirt, which she buttoned and tucked in quickly. She then pulled the vest over her head before freeing her long blonde hair. Alexis swiftly jerked on her regulation over the knee black school socks before making her way over towards the mirror resting on the wall above her desk besides her bookcase. Picking up a hair brush, she rushed to comb through her blond locks before dashing out of her bedroom and down the stairs, turning left into her small family kitchen where her father, mother and younger brother sat enjoying their breakfast.

“Good morning.” Alexis gave a quick smile to her family before sitting at the table next to her brother. She scoffed down her buttered toast and gulped a cup of apple juice before thanking her parents for the breakfast and heading quickly out towards the hallway. She really couldn’t be late.

“I’m going on ahead!”

Slipping on a pair of scuffed black shoes and picking up her black messenger bag that contained her school things, she left, dashing out of her front door screaming frantic goodbyes.

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It didn’t take her long to get to school; just a quick bus ride that passed the town centre before stopping just down the street of Kings Private Academy which she was unfortunately made to attend. Of course she wasn’t angry with them; she knew they only wanted what was best for her but she couldn’t help but feel out of place. She didn’t belong here and everyone seemed to know that. Sucking in a deep breath, Alexis began through the grand gate and entered the school premises quietly. If she stayed quiet, maybe she wouldn’t get noticed as much.

"Scott. Ass out of bed."

The deep male's voice sounded around the room, demanding attention from his son to draw him, rather rudely from his perfect sleep. It was rare of the boy to get a sound sleep, and when he did he didn't want to do anything else but sleep. Sadly, his father refused to allow the boy to do any such thing, even in the slightest amount.

"You're going to be late." Not that the man cared, but he wanted his son out of the house and out of his way.

Scott lifted his head, patting his hair down against his forehead to attempt to smooth it out. As normal, his amber locks stood straight up from his head, giving into the tired look that he wore oh so well. His eyelids cracked open to see the fuzzy, dark form of his father looming over his bed, just waiting for the moment that his son would rise from his bed. "'m up, dad," the boy mumbled, trying his very best to avoid his father's rage by sending him from his room. With a snort, the chain smoker left Scott's room, pulling the door shut with a solid slam as he left. The brunette paused and fell back onto his pillow, groaning into the soft marshmallow before he finally slid from his bed. He took his time slumping off to the bathroom, stepping into the shower for a quick wash and racing back to his room.

His closet was bare, storing just what he needed to wear on a daily basis and several sets of his school uniform. Many of which were torn in some way or bloodied from attacks from his father, and each time, his mother would spring for a new uniform as a way to believe his life would be better. But within a week, it would be ruined again and she would have to go out and pick up a new uniform for him.

For the time being, he had a good uniform, which he began to put on. His white dress shirt came first, followed by the black pants and simple brown belt, which was nearly falling apart he had worn it so much. Scott tugged the black vest over his head, one that matched the girl's in both colour and style, but trimmed to fit a male body. He crept down the stairs, holding his backpack over his shoulder and inched into the kitchen, making sure to stay out of his father's way.

With a short pause, Scott grabbed a bottle of pills from the nearby cabinet, shoving them deep into his bag and dashing from his home just in time to avoid his father. He climbed on the bus to the school, taking a seat at the back of the cabin, waiting for the proper stop at the grand Kings Private Academy. Once he left the bus, he instantly found several 'targets' for the day and smiled to himself. Patting his hair down once again, and rubbing the dark circles out from under his eyes, Scott slid forward towards the nearest mark, a blonde girl by the name of.... well he wasn't sure, but she was the most entertaining to harass. Grabbing her bag, he tugged her backwards into him and spun her around, still holding onto his ever so cocky grin. "Morning, sweet cheeks," he half purred, releasing her and pushing the blonde away once again.

It took her a moment to realise what was happening. One minute she was walking towards the school steps leading into the building via the main entrance, then the next she was stumbling backwards after a sharp tug on the bag at her side. Alexis flinched as something she fell back against something and she quickly snapped her head around to look over her shoulder before being pushed away again. The girl stumbled forwards quickly to stop herself from falling and reshuffling her bag over her shoulder, she gave a quick frown to the male in front of her.

“Morning.” Her voice was low as she continued to frown at him for a moment longer before quickly spinning on her heels and leaving, lowering her head quickly to glare at the floor. She didn’t understand why he liked to follow her around. Though it was true people liked to target and pick on her, she couldn’t understand why. She wasn’t a bad person; she was just a little….unfortunate then others. And that wasn’t exactly hard considering everyone in the school seemed to be driven there in a Mercedes.

Starting up the steps, she glanced back over her shoulder at the male for a moment before quickly starting down the corridor, her hands clenching the strap of her bag tightly. Alexis couldn’t help but speeding up a little when she got inside, and because of that her hair seemed to flow out behind her. It almost seemed too soon as she reached her locker and she had to pause again to get some things from it and deposit some books from her bag inside. The girl couldn’t help but wish the day was coming to an end already.

Once Alexis left his grasp, Scott went onto his next victim. This one was one of the richer girls in the school and would certainly give him something to make him stop. Either way, he made the move to dodge the men around him who may have gone after him to 'protect' Lisa. He made it into the school in once piece and headed for his locker, making a few pit stops in several areas to harass several member of the school. He opened his locker safely, pulled out what books he needed and started into the proper classroom.

Scott may be known for goofing off and picking on his fair share of people during the school year, but deep down he cared about his grades, and it showed. His mother was paying for the tuition to allow him to go to the school and despite rarely seeing his mother, or anyone on her side of the family, the brunette felt the needed to make her proud and do his best during the year. Even he knew that without a high school degree, there was little to no chance of getting a job, and certainly no change of getting into college. And without a job, he would be stuck in the same house, or more likely on the streets, for the rest of his life. So this year was one of the most important years in his education yet.

But inside the room was a different story. Scott sat on the side of the wall, against the window, to have an easy escape, as he told others. In reality, he focused far better with air blowing on him then if he was stuck in the middle of the room, surrounded by other people which he, in all honestly, hated. The room quickly filled up with students, all talking to each other, complaining about how their parents didn't buy them the latest model of car, or their lack of iPads and computers. Scott couldn't help but roll his eyes and do his very best to ignore their pointless, sickening conversations.