The human body is strange. You can't see pain or see internal emotions in a person. You can see them cry, you can hear them scream but you still wouldn't know if someone was going through a mental battle by just looking at them. That's one of the bad parts of being human, among many.
I wore a smile on my face exiting the bus but the anxiety eating away at my insides wouldn't show through my pale skin. It's the same feeling I always feel in a new place. I'm at another school with totally different people. That could be good or bad. The last school I attended was the least miserable of them all. The teachers were strict but I didn't mind because it seemed to stop the bullying. I was only called a loser twice that year which is nothing compared to other years.
To any normal person in a decent household, moving every summer would be insane but for me that's my life. I lost both my parents before the age of five from drug related deaths and was put straight in an orphanage. It's where I've been ever since. I've had five birthdays, three Christmases and countless meals of mystery food. Sure I've had a few foster families, four to be exact but I always end up right where I left off.
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The bus halted to a sudden stop causing me to fly forward and the girl across from my seat to laugh. I picked up my fallen belongings, smiled to her and left as quick as I could. It seemed smoother in my head than when it happened.
As I climbed off the bus the huge school came into view. Three stories and at least a thousand kids. I followed the sidewalk and the other students to the main exit. Immediately the school was intimidating, however this was always the fun part of starting a new school because you get to make you guesses on how the school works.
The first noticable value I saw were large gold trophies sat in crystal clear glass cases mounted to the wall. It's an obvious clue they are huge on sports, good for them but I would rather have to face an angry goose one-on-one while riding a unicycle on a tightrope then join some lousy sports team. Okay...that may have been a bit exaggerated but the concept still applies. I tried sports with the second family I was placed with, the Moores who were extremely talented at practically every sport. Mr.Moore wanted me to get into the family tradition and try hockey. That worked out for about two weeks until a flying puck hit me straight in the eye. So I was switched to something a little less dangerous, soccer. As you can guess this didn't work out either since I fell so hard my ankle dislocated itself on day three.
In conclusion, sports aren't for me.
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I continued walking passed the trophy cases to big intersection of hallways. To the right was a boring blue hallway with teacher portraits and student awards. On the left was a hallway painted a spring yellow and decorated with sudent art. Finally the one ahead was a long section of dull classrooms.
That tells me two things. One, they appreciate their students and their faculty. That could just be a ruse to lure in hopeful parents though. Second, art is important to them which means they probably support band as well.
Maybe this place won't be so bad..
Instead of walking mindlessly down a tunnel of hallways I turn back around and begin to look for the guidance counselor's office. The second door from the main entrance held a big 'Counselor' sign. I reached for the handle and collided with another person walking out.
"Shit..I'm sorry" I apologized quickly.
The boy gives me a strange look and puts his hands on my shoulders and pushes me back.
"Touch me again and you're dead." I just nod my head and let him leave.
Asshole. I mumble under my breath, which he luckily doesn't hear and walk in. I already have someone trying to kick my ass, good job Awsten.
A large man in a suit walks up to me, greeting me with a smile. "You must be mister Knight?" he reaches his hand out to shake mine.
"Yes sir." I meet his hand in an awkwardly long handshake. He leads me to his office and I sink into the couch.
He hands me a schedule and the brand new science textbook for chemistry. I throw the books in my bag and keep the schedule in hand. "Are you nervous for your first day here?" The man asked folding his hands and putting his gaze on me. I smiled to push my anxiety further down. "It's okay to feel nervous at first but I can assure you our school strives to be the best we can to make our environment a safe learning space. Bullying is unacceptable here and will be punished thoroughly. Don't be afraid to come talk to me if you have any problems while getting settled." A little relief slid off my chest but most of me stayed in reality where the bullying was still going to occur.
"School is close to starting, about ten minutes. Why don't we have another student help you around with classes yeah?" I nodded and watched him look around the office.
"Roacha you still in here?" He called down the thin hallway. Scurrying footsteps marched up the hallway and a bright red haired boy stepped into the light. "Oh yes wonderful. Do you think you could help Mr.Knight here around school today?" The man asked closing a yellow folder and handing it to him. The boy took it and began to scan through it. When he finally closed it he smiled over to me and nodded.
"Alright then, you two head on to class then." I thanked him and stood from my seat. The boy opened the door and let me walk out.
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It Follows 《Gawsten》
Fanfiction«discontinued» Awsten's world seems to be falling apart at the seams. A new family every couple years, no friends and a lifetime of feeling like he's not enough. There seems like there is no escape, like everyday is getting worse. Just as he was clo...
