Fringe

i sit beside my locker as lunch time begins, i look over at you and licks my lips wish i could taste her blood, her innocent blood. not yet.. i take my notebook and sits at a table next to yours, i admire your silver hair, but people think it's a bad omen, i think it's a gift. one of the bullies go over to your table and knocks your apple off the table that's it.. i grab the bully by the neck and punches her face get out! the bully runs away, and I look at your innocent face come here.