I ready myself for the first day of school. Yes, sadly i still need to educate myself. Of course without school id be dumber than a two year old, so i still go.
I sit at my bus stop in the heavy rain, awaiting my bus. A boy supposedly my age walks up the sidewalk and stands next to me.
" do you go to Hinley high?" He asks. I nod and turn away. He shifts closer to me.
" cool. Im joel. Whats your name?" He asks. ( AN: the picture above is michael clifford. I picture him as joel.) I just look at him. He has dyed bluish purpleish hair and bright green eyes. He is quite tall so i have to crane my neck to get a good look at his face. He stays silent waiting for an answer but of course i remain unresponsive.
" ok.... Im going to call you.... untitled." He says like its the most creative name in the world. I roll my eyes, a habit of mine. Joel shifts uncomfortably. Luckily the bus decides to come then and we awkwardly clamber to our seats.
I walk through the front gates of Hinley high otherwised named as Hell. my daily routine kicked in and my hearing hightened.
A group of blond girls squeel and jump around as if they hadnt seen eachother in years though they probably saw eachother yesterday.
Next two boys in sweater vests compare test scores from advanced summer classes they had taken. I boredly scrounge around for something interesting to come out of someones mouth.
A pair of battered black converse fall in step with my galaxy ones. I look up to find joel grinning down at me.
" so untitled, i was wondering if you could show me to my class since i have absolutely no clue where im going." He says. I shake my head no and turn to go inside. He rushes back next to me and gives me a confused look.
" why not? Please? I actually am lost." He tells me. I roll my eyes again and shrug. The bell rings and i leave him in the middle of the entryway, staring at me as students flood around him.
