An Emo's Love

The Dreaded First Day

Shit... Shit... Fu- I'm not gonna be late this time. Nope. Not again. Ughh. Where's my fucking bag?!
"Mom! Have you seen my bag anywhere, I can't find it at all!"
I fumble about in the mountains of clothes at the bottom of my closet, I swore to myself that I had left it there. I bet my mom has moved it like she usually does. It's my favorite bag and she knows that, I can't be seen on my first day without it! It has all the My Chemical Romance pins on it and I really hope tha-
"It's here honey!"
My Mom shouted from the kitchen. I rushed down the stairs in my heavy combat boots that made the loudest clunking noise.
Ca-Lunk
Ca-Lunk
Ca-Lunk
"Thank you!" I quickly said to her, as I brushed past and headed out the door. 8:26am
Shit. I'm definitely gonna be late. Fuck it anyway.
I reached the school and I was definitely around 10 minutes late. As I walked through the main doors, the hallway looked so empty and cool. Like the ones you'd see in a horror movie about a ghost school or something weird with a fucked up story line like that. I weaved my way round the many corners of the school until I found the class I was supposed to be in. I looked down at my phone.
8:42am
I am definitely not going to have a good reputation after this day. But anyway, who cares about a stupid reputation. All I need to do is pass tests, nothing else.
I pushed the classroom door open and immediately all the student's faces looked up at me. Some were disgusted, some were sniggering at me, others just looked disappointed.
"Hello! You must be our new student."
An overly enthusiastic women dressed in floral print was looking at me from the front of the classroom. I didn't like the way she looked at all, she just looked to happy to me. Considering I was late, I thought I'd get yelled at. I guess I was wrong.
"Yes, my names uh... Y/N."
"That's lovely dear, just take a seat where you can find one and get the textbook out from your chosen desk."
I look around wearily. Where I choose to sit is going to determine who speaks to me and who I'm going to get paired with in group projects. I hate group projects. I walk down a row of seats and see a free space behind a boy with black hair. He looked like my type of person with his red and black sweatshirt, wristbands and piercings.
What if he's an emo like I am? He could be. Okay don't get your hopes up.
I reach inside the desk and pull out the textbook that everyone appears to be looking at. Poetry. One of my favorite subjects within English. I hope we revise Henrik Nordbrandt's 'At the gate' or Li-Young Lee's 'Hymn to childhood'. Both are great poems, I read them weekly as a matter of fact.
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The lesson went by pretty quickly and as I picked up my bag off the floor, the boy in front of me turned around and looked at me. I almost didn't notice he was looking at first, but it was plainly obvious.
I look up at him
"Can I help you?" I ask, joking
"N- no, it's okay. You just- just carry on with what you're doing."
I laugh a little
"Okay, if you say so."
If that wasn't an awkward conversation, I don't know what is. He seemed like a very anxious person, he had that shy exterior that kinda made my heart beat faster. I cant be falling for someone on the first day. What the hell is this about?
I shake my head and head out of the classroom, making my way down to the lockers. What else could today bring?