<div class="floatleft">(http://fotoalbum.paulvanderlinde.com/main.php?g2_view=core.DownloadItem&amp;g2_itemId=59830)</div><br/><br/><strong>Name</strong>: Tristyn Phoenix<br/><strong>Dressed in:</strong>same as photo but with a white tshirt on<br/><strong>Time</strong>: Tuesday, inbetween 6th period and 7th<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>: Elizabeth<br/><br/>"Everyone here, knows everyone here is thinking 'bout<br/>Somebody else<br/>It's best if we all keep this under our heads<br/>I couldn't tell, if anyone here was feeling the way I do<br/>But it's over now, and I don't know how, it's over now<br/>There's no getting back to good"<br/><br/>The song lyrics played softly into his ears as he slowly made pace down the hall towards his locker.  His head was hung low with a halfway zipped up hoodie hidding his features.  The song ended and soon a Jonny Craig single lingered on into his skull as he rounded the corner of the hall.  That is when his hazel eyes saw her, back to him as she was leaning against her locker going through her own books.  Sunday flooded into his head as he stooped at the corner leaning on the wall.<br/><br/>Early sunday morning he had woken on the hood of the 73' Trans Am with a cold splash of water.  Saturday night he had watched the showering stars across the night sky.  He had fallen asleep listening to his Zune after plugging the ear pieces in to try and forget about the horrid night that just occured.  Now as he jumped awake from the cold water he saw Jefferson, his fathers best friend, holding the bucket.<strong><em><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">"Get your lazy ass up Tristyn..."</span></em></strong>he yanked the kid from the car before landing a right hook across his chin.  This was as real as it was, the taller black man pulled tristyn from the ground looking him in the eyes<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"><em><strong>"Police startled your mum at 0700..something about you....HITTING A GIRL!"</strong></em></span>he landed another hook into the teen before dropping him to the ground.<strong><em><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">"get the fuck up..your motehrs at work... that military thing where she CANT miss... but I had off, so she asked me a favor to find you...no get up..you wanna hit a girl... ill give you something to hit..."</span></em></strong><br/><br/>The had duked it out for what seemed like an hour Jefferson claimed 99% of the hits, however Tristyn did get a few good ones in.  Now Tristyn traced his still slightly swollen eye socket, a blood vesel had blown in his left eye causing it to be red.  He had skipped school on Monday, to ashamed to afraid to show up.  Tuesday rolled around and at first he decided to miss however his mother came and forced him to school with a saddening look across her face hoping what was said wasnt true.  So when he came back to reality he advanced slowly making sure his hood was up so others couldn't see him, so she couldnt truly see him.<br/><br/>He lent softly against the locker next to her as her back was towards him still.<strong><em><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">"Don't turn..."</span></em></strong>he said softly as insitincts would want her to turn, he stopped her softly not harming her.<strong><em><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">"i dont want eye contact..."</span></em></strong>his eyes feel as he began his speech<em><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">"The cops came, questioned my mum... she thinks for some reason thinks i abused you... something about your father is oddly enough convinced that I layed my hands upon you..."</span></strong></em>he shook his head softly<strong><em><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">"I'm sorry for what happened... but i didn't hit you, yet everyone here thinks I did... For christs sake, Nem thinks I hit you..."</span></em></strong>It was true, the Physics teacher also held Tristyns 3rd period study hall and as the bells rang to let them out he held Tristyn back and barraged him with questions.<strong><em><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">"..yet its all truth some how..."</span></em></strong><br/><br/>He gritted his teeth as anger coursed through him and she could tell as his tone deepened. He wanted to so badly turn her to face him, to see the damage that technically he did enduse, but truthful he never was the one that lay the hands upon her.<strong><em><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">"That fuck Jameson........Well look at this way Liz, no more pity dates, no more feeling obligated to be NICE to the freak..."</span></em></strong>he began to push from the lockers pulling away from her<strong><em><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">"....one year and Im gone, just highschool history... day cant come quicker..."</span></em></strong>he rolled away from her into a small crowd of kids passing by, if she were to look back shed only catch the back of his hoodie as he rounded the bend towards the schools enterance.  Oddly enough their 7th period physics class was the opposite direction, something suggested she wouldn't see him there.