JoJo skipped breakfast, avoiding his parents and sisters. He grabbed his back-pack and hurried out the door. Taking a deep breath, he slung his back-pack over his shoulder and shoved his hands in his pockets. The city was already up, as always. The noise was shoved out of JoJo's head as he headed to school, slowly but surely. Shortly down the road, Char and Shay, two Who's in JoJo's band, joined him. They said nothing, but continued towards the large, red building that was their school.
Char is quit goth. She rarely talks, and when she does, she only says a word or two. Her hair is a dirty blond, and the tips are bleached. Smiling, not her thing. JoJo has never seen her smile in the month and a half that hes known her. Char plays the bass guitar, and helps write the songs. She is great at poetry.
Shay is Char's younger sister. She wears very exotic, punk clothing, and is the lead guitarist in JoJo and the Who's. She has quite the attitude, and isn't the best friends with JoJo, but really gets pissed off when people pick on him. She has anger management issues. Her hair is dark black, spiked, and dyed partly green.
They looked up at the large building towering above them as they entered the school grounds. Tons of Wh's rushed past, the younger ones still being dropped off by there parents. Char looked at her watch, the crossbones and skulls, ticking and toking closer and closer to the 12.
“Class in 7.”
JoJo continued walking, silently moving up the large, stone steps. He herd Shay giggle and turned his head slightly to look at her. He fallowed her gaze to the side of the School, where the name, Whoville Academy, had been spray painted over with red and yellow, the team colors. JoJo rolled his eyes. The paint looked dry, so it must have been done last night, or over the weekend.
“5 minutes.” JoJo glared at Char. Pressure didn't feel good right before class.
The big glass doors where open, and the three squeezed there way into the yellow hall. It was quite crowded, filled with Whos trying to get to there lockers before the bell rang. Shay looked at the scramble wearily. “Eh, I have all my first period books in my bag. Do you, JoJo?”
He shook his head. He knew he should have done that before vacation. Shay and him both had Social Studies first thing, but JoJo had to go to his locker for his stuff.
“3”, Char said, walking away to Language Arts before JoJo could strangle her.
Shay blew the hair out of her face and brushed off her skirt. “See you in a few”, she said then hurried off to class.
JoJo eventually reached his locker. He entered his combination and opened it. It looked the same on the inside as it did on the outside. Plane and gray. He glanced over the stack of books, grabbing a large blue one. The scuffling of feet faded behind him as the seconds on the clock counted down. He tried to make room in his back-pack for the S.S. Books.
Suddenly, JoJo was pulled away from his locker and slammed into the ones behind him. They echoed threw the hall. Pain shot like a wave threw out his body, but he quickly swallowed it.
“Ello, punk. Late for class?' Seth, the massive bully from his math class, grinned evilly at him. He was on the football team, he was invincible. His two sidekicks, Poe and Jackson, crossed there arms, trying to look as tough as they could. The three loved to pick on everyone not fit for sports. And guess who they loved to bully the most.
Seth brought his giant hand down on JoJo's shoulder, squeezing it hard so that the little, black haired Who grimaced under the pressure. Yet he still made no sound.
“Goodness, JoJo. Why don't you ever talk to me?
The Mayor's son looked at the ground.
“Well then”, said Seth, as Poe twisted JoJo's hands behind his back. “Lets go for a swim.”