Chaotic Colors

People may say that Life is all colours, like rainbows and unicorns, fun and blissfulness, but for me, I only see Chaos, tragedy and emptiness, a shade of grey resembling me but has tinted a chaotic colour in my past that leads me to become what I am today, leads me to fear myself, to doubt myself, to question myself, and to unloved the world as if I didn't know how I love it from the day I was born. While I was heading to our room, feminine screams and wild cheering were heard not far away. I was about to enter the room when I saw that Liham Jones, the bad-ass classmate of mine who always has trouble and has a Chaotic aura's resembling his personality that always makes me question myself. Liham is the student who always does shitty things as if he isn't scared of anything or anything. He always does things impulsively, as I observed. He punched Jackson Vuen on the side and fell on the ground with a loud crash. Jackson yelped and those who were watching laughed at Jackson. Some were worried and scared because Jackson is also popular in our school. The boy who punched Jack was about to kick the shin of jack's leg when the teacher suddenly stopped the boy and scolded the boys who fought early in the morning. It is not new and I am not surprised by this scenario. Nothing interesting. It is a daily exercise of theirs, and it's better not to meddle with their affairs. It may lead to another chaos. ' Jackson and Liham, in my office now! ' the teacher shouted angrily at the boys, while the students who were gossiping shrugged when they made eye contact with Mr. Pom and run to their seats quietly as if they didn't met the killer glares of the teacher. Jackson stood up while holding his side painfully, and glared at Liham and suddenly burst into walk out, heading into the office while Liham just laughed. The place was quiet now, so I was now heading to my seat, which was near to where Liham was standing and was as if staring at me stickily. Geez, I don't have the slightest interest in wasting my strength on you, so don't go look at me like that. I ignored him and just quietly sat on my chair and when I sat down I searched for my headphones in my bag and immediately wore my headphones as I was about to take a nap, but, a sudden hand smacked on my desk and rudely took off my headphones. I abruptly raised my head and glared at anyone who was disturbing me and even stole the headphones I was currently wearing and a s**t face is what I saw, smiling as if I was his best friend who he could just tease endlessly without offending it. I stood up and blankly looked at Liham gesturing to give my headphones back, but he didn't give them back. Our classmates are staring at us, expecting another fight? Well, too bad I am too tired to argue and to fight with some immature boy. I can manage to endure this anger inside of me, to hide how pissed I am, and to avoid this annoyance. They were all like whispering bees flying around the room. Well, I can't blame them, I hardly raise my head and give attention to my surroundings, so maybe they are curious if a Liham Jones, known as the trouble maker, a bad boy but still popular, would waste a time to beat up a weird lame guy like me. He just smirked at me and wore my headphones as if it were his, and walked out of the room. Does he even have the slightest embarrassment on him? stealing in front of everyone?! How brave! I'll have that back later, so just watch, you prick head! "GOOD TASTE OF MUSIC!!!" I heard him shouting as he walked out. To my reckoning, it was my song of choice he complimented me because, basically, he has my Bluetooth earphones. "!!!" Oh, I can just turn the music off on my phone. While I was about to reach my bag, I accidentally look at my classmates as they were staring at me quietly surprise. What's their deal? I searched for my phone and turned the music off from it. Seconds from it... "UGH!!!! YOU SELFISH BASTARD!!!" I heard a loud chaotic scream. Now my mind was laughing evilly as I sat on my chair and, bored, staring in front waiting for time to pass by so quickly, yet it was so slow that it made me annoyed. "LIHAM JONES!! WATCH YOUR MOUTH!!" The teacher's voice was heard scolding Liham. He deserves that! "Kale is a good guy, though he's just cold and unable to read" I heard a voice from somewhere... Huh? defending me? Someone's talking behind my back, eh? There is no good guy in me. "What's with all the bandages on his hands? His sleeves slightly lifted when he reached to get his headphones, and I saw it. Was he in an accident or what?" Loud gossip was heard everywhere. I can't even pinpoint who these girls are talking behind my back. they should worry more about themselves than worrying about someone else's lives. "Maybe he's also a bully in secret. I heard that someone saw him full of blood in his hands..." Yeah, I even killed someone, you nosy bitches. I just sighed and took a nap. I am Kale Rites 17 years old. I am a senior high school student and have the quietest and most relaxing life. I don't want troublesome circumstances and people to engage in my teenage life. It is what I foresee Grey; a plain and boring life, it's my comfort zone. Yet this is what I think. Colorful life is too exhausting, tiresome, and scary. It is traumatizing. I manage to get here being myself alone, so there is no need for rosy teenage life, no one wants it when it's with me. No one wants to be with a boy like me, right? This is my everyday life starting to be quiet and relaxed to shape a demon inside my head.