Khahil, a middle class trying to fit in a private school full of all the rich and high class teens, sticks out of the crowd like a large pimple on a teen's forehead. Ready to pop! Trying his best to make it through the hectic lifestyle that is High school, he finds the whole experience getting difficult by each period. 

But by a chance of luck, he happens to catch the attention of a high class Avenue Girl named Cleo. And she seems to have a likening for him. 

Now caught up between what the people around him have to say about such an unusual relationship, and trying to make it through his last two years of High school. His life won't be the same as it once was before.

Avenue Girl

So Cleo's birthday is tomorrow at 2 pm, and I still don't know what to get her. She seems so excited for her birthday, and I on the other hand are not. The birthday celebration is at Cleo's house, and I have to say she lives in a fortress. It's literally up a mountain range, and the road to get there is long and high. From Cleo's description she stays pretty far out of town. 


She kept on reminding me of her birthday way before it even arrived, and every time she did that the pressure on me rose. I spent that night staying up late, thinking about Cleo's gift. Every possible gift I could think of Cleo already owned. I had to get her something unique, something she doesn't already own. 


I fell asleep for a couple minutes till it finally hit me. "Damn it Khahil you had the gift with you the whole time", I said that while slapping my forehead. I grabbed my Art book from out of my bag, searching through the pages for a picture. Eventually I found it, the perfect gift I could think of. 


Taking out my pencils and colours, I began to draw the rest of Cleo's face, adding in more details from my eyes memory of her. I took my time drawing the sketch, making sure every line and curve was perfect. The multiple colours I added onto her face showed the different flavors I seen in her. 


 Purple for her passion towards the violin, Blue for her trust and kindness. Black for her boldness, red for her pain and gold for her strength to push through all of that. 


I spent an hour and a half drawing, eventually finishing towards late morning. I sat back and admired my work, satisfied with the results. 


 All that was left, was to frame it by tomorrow just before the party. I placed the picture carefully into my Book, placing it gently into my bag. 


And I finally found the ease to sleep. 


I woke up extra early that Saturday, preparing to go to the shop that does framing. The guy said it wouldn't take that long to do, meaning that I'll get to the party just in time. 


 I phoned Cleo telling her, "I'll meet you by the party, just sorting out your gift" She sounded so happy and excited. The frame was finally done, and I had it wrapped in wrapping paper, with a nice bow to it. I made my way to the party. But as I was close to getting there, I was met up by Mike and his crew of other Jocks. 


"A little birdie told me you were planning to come to Cleo's birthday party and meeting her parents. I can't let that happen", he said that while clicking his fingers and giving me an evil smile. 


It was three against one, there was no way I was winning this fight. The Jocks ganged up on me, beating me to the to a plup. As I laid down on the ground bruised and bleeding out. Mike grabbed the gift, ripping it out of it's wrapping and proceeded to rip the sketch out of it's frame into pieces. 


He began to sprinkle those pieces on me, kneeling down next to me he said, "don't think because you're dating Cleo that makes you special. You'll never be one of us" 


I picked myself up, and instead of going to the party I turned back to go home and avoided Cleo seeing me like this. 


Along the way I kept on wiping away the blood from my cut lip.


Cut lip