Mamegoma Sanrio
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I haven't edited it yet. Here is everything I wrote so far. Feel free to adjust it, edit it, make suggestions? 
P.S. rest of story in 'details.'
Graduation
“Get lost.”
Ron swung one arm over the back of his chair and leaned back. A half-smirk formed on his face.
“Excuse me? What did you just say to me? Hand in your homework before I stop pretending I didn’t hear that.”
Ms Reynolds stepped closer to Ron’s desk.
“You didn’t hear me? I said-“
“Out. Principal’s office. I’m sick of you. When will this stop?”
He heard the titters, the muttered gossiping.
“Always gotta make enough trouble for two.”
“He’ll never make it on his own.”
Ron slowly, deliberately got up, tucking in the ripped corner of his shirt and pushing up his black blazer sleeves. He yanked his books off the desk and walked towards the door, aware of every imposing eye that was looking onwards critically. He didn’t care, did he? No. He couldn’t.
Always have to make enough trouble for two…
Cutting across the quadrangle, he turned right around a block of classrooms towards the office. He paused at the door. Something felt strange, unusual. There was something moist on the tip of his eyelashes. He wiped it away. It came back. Now it was running down his cheek.
“This is all your fault, Cee. Look what level I’ve been lowered to since you left me.”
-- -
Darrell made a desperate leap in the air to catch as many flapping register forms as possible. Good, caught all of them. Wait. Where was the last one? The wind carried it away from him, the paper slipping away almost deliberately.
“COME BACK!” Darrell hollered, and began sprinting after it. His foot catching on a stick on the ground, he crashed into a hunched form.
“WATCH WHERE YOU’RE GOING.”
“Huh?” Darrell looked down at a bitter faced, pale boy. He looked to be in his year. His medium length black hair was tousled over his face and his bright green eyes narrowed and red at the corners. He was short and thin, yet looked rough. “O-oh…I’m sorry. Are you okay?”
“Don’t get in my way in the future.”
The boy shoved past him, Darrell watching him run quickly away towards the student parking lot until he couldn’t see him anymore. There was a thin silver chain on the ground. He bent to pick it up. It was a small, square shaped locket. Darrell flipped it open; revealing encased a tiny photograph of the boy he’d just crashed into. He was leaning casually against a tomboyish girl of European ethnicity. Both had mischievous grins, as if enjoying a secret joke. What a different expression from the one he’d seen just now.
Snapping the locket shut, he looked on the back. Engraved in block letters was the name Ron Moore.
-- -
Leaning against the cold, smooth stone wall a few meters away from the student parking lot, Ron scowled to himself. Absentmindedly he put his hand up to his neck. Instead of gripping onto a metal chain, his hand brushed his collar bone.
“Oh, no. Don’t tell me I lost the thing.”
He plopped himself down on the ground. That locket had sealed so many memories, so many dreams, so many nightmares.
Enough trouble for two…
Can’t make it as an individual…
Cee…
Where’s his other half?
She’s gone.
-Two Years Ago –
“Why do you keep hanging out with those people? Do you get kicks outta making trouble with them?” Ron gave a bitter look.
“What do you know? I understand you, Ron, but you don’t understand me. I’m just trying to broaden my circle of friends.”
That last remark hit him like a speeding bullet. Face flushed, he lowered his tone.
“Oh, so I’m not good enough to be friends with you? Because I don’t do out of control things like your new buddies? I’m just worried about you.”
“They said us being such close friends is bad for us. And I’m thinking that they might be right!” Tossing her locket at him, she quickly strode off until she was no longer in sight. Ron bent down and picked up the necklace.
-- -
That was the last time he saw her in person. After that, what he saw of her was her Year 10 school photograph on the news.
“Car accident late on Saturday night…speeding…drunk…crashed into a lorry…none of the students in the group survived,” the newsreader had stated that Sunday.
“Hey…you dropped something.”
Something cold and hard was pressed into Ron’s palm. The locket.
“W-wha-“
“I’m Darrell. I’m new here, despite it being near the end of the year. I’m sorry I made a bad first impression on you.”
“Whatever. Don’t touch my stuff, yeah.” Ron looked at him with suspicion out of the corner of his eye.
“Understood. I have to ask, though…why are you being so cold?” Darrell stepped closer and leaned against the wall next to him. His grey eyes studied Ron’s face thoughtfully. “The expressions you give me…they’re nothing like that smile you had in the photograph.”
“You opened the locket? That was bloody personal!” Ron yelled. “This is why I can’t trust people. Always snooping. They don’t care; they just wanna satisfy their own selfish curiosity. I’m sick of peoples’ selfishness.”
Ron’s face flushed a deep red. He couldn’t exactly appear threatening to this guy, he was twice as tall as him. Darrell ran a hand through his short, light blonde hair.
“Obviously something happened to you that affected your view on society. You don’t have to, but you can tell me why you think this.”
Shoving his hand in his pocket, Ron pulled out a pack of cigarettes. Gripping the box tightly, Darrell could see his knuckles turn white. He started to stride off with forced composure, avoiding Darrell’s piercing stare.
“You can’t hang on to a memory forever. Sometimes you should let go.”
What does that jerk know? He doesn’t even know what I’ve been through. Get lost, new kid.
Cbf copying the rest <3
P.S. rest of story in 'details.'Graduation
“Get lost.”
Ron swung one arm over the back of his chair and leaned back. A half-smirk formed on his face.
“Excuse me? What did you just say to me? Hand in your homework before I stop pretending I didn’t hear that.”
Ms Reynolds stepped closer to Ron’s desk.
“You didn’t hear me? I said-“
“Out. Principal’s office. I’m sick of you. When will this stop?”
He heard the titters, the muttered gossiping.
“Always gotta make enough trouble for two.”
“He’ll never make it on his own.”
Ron slowly, deliberately got up, tucking in the ripped corner of his shirt and pushing up his black blazer sleeves. He yanked his books off the desk and walked towards the door, aware of every imposing eye that was looking onwards critically. He didn’t care, did he? No. He couldn’t.
Always have to make enough trouble for two…
Cutting across the quadrangle, he turned right around a block of classrooms towards the office. He paused at the door. Something felt strange, unusual. There was something moist on the tip of his eyelashes. He wiped it away. It came back. Now it was running down his cheek.
“This is all your fault, Cee. Look what level I’ve been lowered to since you left me.”
-- -
Darrell made a desperate leap in the air to catch as many flapping register forms as possible. Good, caught all of them. Wait. Where was the last one? The wind carried it away from him, the paper slipping away almost deliberately.
“COME BACK!” Darrell hollered, and began sprinting after it. His foot catching on a stick on the ground, he crashed into a hunched form.
“WATCH WHERE YOU’RE GOING.”
“Huh?” Darrell looked down at a bitter faced, pale boy. He looked to be in his year. His medium length black hair was tousled over his face and his bright green eyes narrowed and red at the corners. He was short and thin, yet looked rough. “O-oh…I’m sorry. Are you okay?”
“Don’t get in my way in the future.”
The boy shoved past him, Darrell watching him run quickly away towards the student parking lot until he couldn’t see him anymore. There was a thin silver chain on the ground. He bent to pick it up. It was a small, square shaped locket. Darrell flipped it open; revealing encased a tiny photograph of the boy he’d just crashed into. He was leaning casually against a tomboyish girl of European ethnicity. Both had mischievous grins, as if enjoying a secret joke. What a different expression from the one he’d seen just now.
Snapping the locket shut, he looked on the back. Engraved in block letters was the name Ron Moore.
-- -
Leaning against the cold, smooth stone wall a few meters away from the student parking lot, Ron scowled to himself. Absentmindedly he put his hand up to his neck. Instead of gripping onto a metal chain, his hand brushed his collar bone.
“Oh, no. Don’t tell me I lost the thing.”
He plopped himself down on the ground. That locket had sealed so many memories, so many dreams, so many nightmares.
Enough trouble for two…
Can’t make it as an individual…
Cee…
Where’s his other half?
She’s gone.
-Two Years Ago –
“Why do you keep hanging out with those people? Do you get kicks outta making trouble with them?” Ron gave a bitter look.
“What do you know? I understand you, Ron, but you don’t understand me. I’m just trying to broaden my circle of friends.”
That last remark hit him like a speeding bullet. Face flushed, he lowered his tone.
“Oh, so I’m not good enough to be friends with you? Because I don’t do out of control things like your new buddies? I’m just worried about you.”
“They said us being such close friends is bad for us. And I’m thinking that they might be right!” Tossing her locket at him, she quickly strode off until she was no longer in sight. Ron bent down and picked up the necklace.
-- -
That was the last time he saw her in person. After that, what he saw of her was her Year 10 school photograph on the news.
“Car accident late on Saturday night…speeding…drunk…crashed into a lorry…none of the students in the group survived,” the newsreader had stated that Sunday.
“Hey…you dropped something.”
Something cold and hard was pressed into Ron’s palm. The locket.
“W-wha-“
“I’m Darrell. I’m new here, despite it being near the end of the year. I’m sorry I made a bad first impression on you.”
“Whatever. Don’t touch my stuff, yeah.” Ron looked at him with suspicion out of the corner of his eye.
“Understood. I have to ask, though…why are you being so cold?” Darrell stepped closer and leaned against the wall next to him. His grey eyes studied Ron’s face thoughtfully. “The expressions you give me…they’re nothing like that smile you had in the photograph.”
“You opened the locket? That was bloody personal!” Ron yelled. “This is why I can’t trust people. Always snooping. They don’t care; they just wanna satisfy their own selfish curiosity. I’m sick of peoples’ selfishness.”
Ron’s face flushed a deep red. He couldn’t exactly appear threatening to this guy, he was twice as tall as him. Darrell ran a hand through his short, light blonde hair.
“Obviously something happened to you that affected your view on society. You don’t have to, but you can tell me why you think this.”
Shoving his hand in his pocket, Ron pulled out a pack of cigarettes. Gripping the box tightly, Darrell could see his knuckles turn white. He started to stride off with forced composure, avoiding Darrell’s piercing stare.
“You can’t hang on to a memory forever. Sometimes you should let go.”
What does that jerk know? He doesn’t even know what I’ve been through. Get lost, new kid.
Cbf copying the rest <3