Superman |Mashton

Chapter 1 |Anxiety

Michaels POV:
I walk into the cold building, with my books in my hand. I can feel people staring at me as i pass by walking to my locker. My names Michael, Michael Clifford. I just attended for this school, and I'm already getting looks. I open my locker, it took me a few times untill it finally opened. I stacked my books in, only grabbing my English. My first class. I hug my book to my chest tightly, as i walk in the classroom which is colder than the schools hallways. "You must must be, Mr. Clifford?" I looked around as everyone in the class stops what they're doing, staring. I nod slowly, awkwardly walks to an empty seat in the back.

I looked down at my desk, "Mr. Clifford, how about you come up here and introduce yourself?" I picked my head up. I gulp, getting up walking in the front slowly. I look at the teacher, Cmon Mr. Clifford, we dont bite." I looked around, revealing faces and small snickers. I couldnt speak, i wouldnt speak. I start shaking as more people begin to laugh. I feel like im trapped in a box, as the walls are closing in faster every second. My heart is beating in a fast paste, like the whole front people can here it.

I try to speak, but the words wont come out of my mouth. I look through the front as i see a pair of green eyes, with curly haired boy, with a banada. I cant take my eyes off him, until I realize as I looked back at the teacher, as i rush out the room. I hate myself. I hate myself. I hate myself. I'm such a freak. I rush to the bathroom, as i slide down the wall, bringing my knees to my chest, running my fingers through my hair. I freeze up as i hear shuffling, and footsteps getting closer, but they begin to quiet, so I guess they left.

I stay there for a while, looking down at the bathroom floor, fiddling with my fingers. Which have felt like hours. I get up slowly, opening the door, walking out past people. I can feel smirks and whispers. I ignore it all, as i walk out the school.

I walk to my front door, unlocking it. I slowly walk inside looking around. I walk upstairs to my room, kicking off my shoes. I slide into my bed, not a care in the world. I take my phone to look if I've got messages. Not one. Same as usual. I place it back on my small table next to my bed. I still couldn't get my mind of that boy.

~I feel like this first chapter is really shitty. And I kinda just stopped it weirdly. Please comment if this is good enough for me to continue. If you think you'll like it, comment or tell me. I won't bite. Btw I'm getting more ideas and i will upgrade the next chapter sometime this week, if im not busy. Its almost 1 am im going to sleep. gn (-: