Post by Braeden Tyler on Feb 13, 2014 0:01:23 GMT -5
It was his first day of school, and Braeden was already going to be late. It wasn't a maybe, it was an obvious THIS IS HAPPENING sort of thing. He had been late waking up, took forever standing in the shower trying not to fall asleep standing up, and had no idea how to get to the school. This had led to a long drive around town until finally, he'd given up and asked. He still wasn't sure how someone got lost in a small town, but if anyone was going to, it was him!
As the black Dodge Challenger SXT+ pulled into the parking lot, all he could think was here he was, already more than twenty minutes late, and once again, he was about to become the weird new kid. And of course, he would have to deal with the awkward whispers and stares double as soon as he walked in late. There would be fake niceties from teachers, lame introductions, and of course he would have to make his way to some random empty seat surrounded by the people who WANTED that seat empty for a reason. Of course, maybe he'd get lucky and he wouldn't instantly have people asking if he got expelled or was a narc or if he wanted to buy drugs.
What could he say? Most high schools were the exact same each and every time he moved. He always got bombarded first by the outcasts and wannabe-thugs, then later by the popular kids. That was always fun. Was he a jock, did he have a girlfriend, if they could borrow his car, if he partied... And the always interested "who can bone the new guy first!" context between the slutty cheerleaders.That wasn't SO bad, though when you're an antichrist with angst and anxiety issues, it was sometimes known to get dramatic.
His favorite part of the day would then come, lunch. Where, despite everyone's interest in him, he'd end up sitting alone, with people looking at him like he had horns or something.
Sighing as he found a parking spot, Braeden stepped out of the car, wishing he could just vanish and no one would notice. Of course, he knew he had to avoid dwelling on THAT thought too much. Pulling his back-pack closer to him, he looked around the parking lot. It was basically deserted minus a few lingering birds that seemed to be very interested in something on the ground beside an old blue jeep.
"Well, guess it's now or never," he said out loud, then walked forward,
mumbling of how he'd prefer never.
He figured homeroom was probably already over, and first was well underway. His nightmare would soon be realized. Taking one last moment to think, he slowly reached for the door, only to have it swing open quickly, nearly hitting him in the face as a girl around his age rushed out of it.
"WHOA!"
Nearly dropping his bag and falling backwards, Braeden barely managed to miss the swinging door, but wasn't able to exactly avoid the girl who came crashing into him, causing him to stagger backwards. His arms instinctively wrapped around her as he balanced himself, trying to keep her from falling either. This, of course, simply led to him feeling awkward as he they both regained their balance, so he let her go, looking at her nervously.
"Ummm... Hi... I'm uh... New... There IS still school today, right?" Chuckling nervously at his own VERY lame joke, Braeden looked down at his boots. "Am I even in the right place? Is this... Uh... How you get to the office or whatever?"
As the black Dodge Challenger SXT+ pulled into the parking lot, all he could think was here he was, already more than twenty minutes late, and once again, he was about to become the weird new kid. And of course, he would have to deal with the awkward whispers and stares double as soon as he walked in late. There would be fake niceties from teachers, lame introductions, and of course he would have to make his way to some random empty seat surrounded by the people who WANTED that seat empty for a reason. Of course, maybe he'd get lucky and he wouldn't instantly have people asking if he got expelled or was a narc or if he wanted to buy drugs.
What could he say? Most high schools were the exact same each and every time he moved. He always got bombarded first by the outcasts and wannabe-thugs, then later by the popular kids. That was always fun. Was he a jock, did he have a girlfriend, if they could borrow his car, if he partied... And the always interested "who can bone the new guy first!" context between the slutty cheerleaders.That wasn't SO bad, though when you're an antichrist with angst and anxiety issues, it was sometimes known to get dramatic.
His favorite part of the day would then come, lunch. Where, despite everyone's interest in him, he'd end up sitting alone, with people looking at him like he had horns or something.
Sighing as he found a parking spot, Braeden stepped out of the car, wishing he could just vanish and no one would notice. Of course, he knew he had to avoid dwelling on THAT thought too much. Pulling his back-pack closer to him, he looked around the parking lot. It was basically deserted minus a few lingering birds that seemed to be very interested in something on the ground beside an old blue jeep.
"Well, guess it's now or never," he said out loud, then walked forward,
mumbling of how he'd prefer never.
He figured homeroom was probably already over, and first was well underway. His nightmare would soon be realized. Taking one last moment to think, he slowly reached for the door, only to have it swing open quickly, nearly hitting him in the face as a girl around his age rushed out of it.
"WHOA!"
Nearly dropping his bag and falling backwards, Braeden barely managed to miss the swinging door, but wasn't able to exactly avoid the girl who came crashing into him, causing him to stagger backwards. His arms instinctively wrapped around her as he balanced himself, trying to keep her from falling either. This, of course, simply led to him feeling awkward as he they both regained their balance, so he let her go, looking at her nervously.
"Ummm... Hi... I'm uh... New... There IS still school today, right?" Chuckling nervously at his own VERY lame joke, Braeden looked down at his boots. "Am I even in the right place? Is this... Uh... How you get to the office or whatever?"