After getting away from the mishap that would mark the true start of the Monday, I found myself in the prime time for students flooding in to the dated school grounds. You may have already had a light prediction that I was in an all boys school simply by the lack of girls even with the first ten people that I will describe in my story. It must have been 150 students I could cram into my vision at one time when looking at the open courtyard of Harroby All Boys school. I finally found what I was looking for other than an escape from Greg's hateful clan.
In front me was my group.
I don't fit in anywhere, I never have and I don't think I ever will. How much I would give to be socially acceptable, how much I would love to be respected by peers. But maybe me then in my third year as a teenager had left me brutally honest, which although is a skill in life, is exactly what it says on the tin. And when it comes to my strange, unseen case, its not at all something that motivates you into striving for something else by doing something else. These were the closest things I had to friends.
Liam, Rico and Sam.
These people were tolerant to enough to put up with the very strange 15 year old that I am. Sam made eye contact with me as I walked towards the crew of three. Liam and Rico were both looking at a phone screen which sparked curiosity into my mind as I came closer and closer to them.
Sam had a small smile on his face as he approached me, clearly intending to begin the days conversations between us on some gossip.
"Liam's looking at his new girlfriend." I always became uncomfortable when girlfriends were mentioned. Maybe out of jealousy, maybe a sense of people moving on in the milestones in my life. But after debating this topic in my mind, usually on my endless journeys to school, I figured it came back down to me not being normal.
As I glanced reluctantly at Liam's screen, I saw arguably the most good looking girl in my town. Tiffany Farens had bright ginger hair and slightly tanned skin. Her features were indescribably perfect, in the picture she wore a tight flowered dress, but Liam had adopted the image to zoom in to her extremely pretty face.
"Woah, isn't that?"
"Tiffany, yeah..." Liam used her first name like she was a close friend. I guessed it because that was something that Liam wanted extremely badly - to be friends with such a beautiful girl. I think most boys of our age wanted that.
"He's saved her Facebook picture onto his phone." Rico was laughing at the clear attraction his friend had to the girl, who was a year older than us.
"Yeah well like that's ever going to happen," Sam was the one who said what we were all thinking. Sam had blonde hair and was taller than all of us. He had a clean, rounded off face with small yet wide glasses over his eyes giving an immidiete impression of intelligence. He looked older than us, and was older than us in many departments despite his age being even with the rest of his social group: He was smarter in allot of subjects, was strong and was, unlike the rest of us, not socially awkward with neither girls or boys, youth or adult. Like me, Sam had the trait of brutal honesty, which is something that came in handy with his political role in the school. Sam was the chief of our student council which had since the beginning of his reign of power as the top student in the school, had affected the lives of the students for the better. Sam had been acclaimed for doing a good job and delivering quality results, but often got tied down with responsibility and incredible work loads that was admirable but unbearable to think about.
"Well Im closer than any of you lot," said Liam, the 14 year old was popular for his modesty in school but had opened up with a defensive flurry directed at all of us as a mark of social territory,
"She's in my languages class now after school, we're learning French...."
There was a chuckle from Rico, who recognised France as the northern neighbour of his home country of Spain, where he was born and spent the first twelve years of his life. For him French would come very quickly - possibly in a matter of weeks because of its similarities to Spanish. But it seemed that Liam had got another task for his night classes in the language. Liam had short brown hair, and was always nearly dressed in his school shirt, tie and blazer. He was, at least out of our social group and our academic class, the athletic member. He would be the host of most of the break time and lunchtime football games. He was often begged by the schools sports department to take part in inter school athletics and sporting leagues, especially football. It gave him a high initial platform of respect from the other social groups. A perfect example was Greg and his group, who wouldn't hesitate to pick on the likes of me and Rico but would give respect to someone who was strong, fast and physically satisfied with them self like Liam.
I looked over towards the opening at the courtyard, where students would pile in through the gap after walking the length of the school field that measured out a fair distance between the main road and the school buildings. And I saw the one pupil at this school that was meant to be my worst enemy. Charlie was the male equivalent of Liam's crush, Tiffany, when it came to popularity. He had dark brown hair and tanned skin, and wore a slim, fashionable coat over his school uniform. He was intelligent, much more clever than Greg. He was manipulative; effective - more than the classical bully. Sometimes he was quite surprisingly quick witted to both taking advantage of the environment and to my responses. His sister shared his good looks. Sara Brardwà, Charlie's sibling, was the only girl that may have looked as good as Tiffany. She was famously aragant and extremely sensitive, which were the two main reasons why relationships with her were a gamble for dignity at its entry; a lottery that would most likely end up in angry Facebook rows and violent opinionated perspectives. You could say that these were two traits that Charlie had. The despicable things he would come out with and then expect only respect and loyalty, it seemed sublime to the people like me, who believed in the idea of logic and all that "treat others like you'd like to be treated" stuff. It looked like the gang of popular kids, who were way much more of a problem to my school life and social life than the factions of bullies in the school, had turned away to chat with some of the bikers, who were either already sorted with their bikes and were chatting with another cyclist beside them, or working the bike lock to secure their transport to and from home in which they would embark every weekday.
It looked like my group were also relocating as we strolled to our first lesson of the week, which was an art lesson that myself and Rico sworn were two hours instead of the traditional one hour lessons which were meant to be universal for all the subjects that we took part in at school. The day goes by fast during lessons. With structure and control I don't mind to get on with my work. At lunch times I can happily spend the fifty minutes allocated free time we have to eat my lunch with my friends and then separate with them to walk about the school grounds, creating a complex route that would weave indoors and outdoors in the spread out school grounds. I could just within my daydreams and transport myself to another world.
I guess there was allot to think about
