Is there any word that describes the feeling of not wanting to be at a certain place but has to, because if not, then, society will consider you as a greasy blunt knife, in short, useless?
Well, I'm standing in front of an architectural structure, designed by long-dead people for apparently, filling the brain with 'intelligence'.
Nirlton High School.
The letters were proudly glued to the center of the main entrance. The school was ancient as the rest of the town, just a bit renovated at some places. There were four buildings, three of which were in the front and one on the right.
The commotion of students arriving, shoes rustling, engines roaring and occasionally, some colorful words followed by the waves of laughter could be heard around me. Whereas, all I could think, or wish for, was an escape plan.
School and I never get along.
I'm in my sophomore year now while Nathan is a senior, but unlike him, who likes school because of the popularity he gets, I am filled with dread.
Just like school, popularity and I never get along.
Nathan already left with someone he just met, leaving me all alone. Ah, the love of siblings.
Checking the time, I took a big sigh and started my journey towards the main entrance.
Upon reaching the building, I headed straight to the reception slash office located on the right of the central hall.
Knocking at the wooden door a few times, I waited for the response.
"Come in." A gruff voice came from inside.
I gently opened the door and saw a fairly petite woman in her late thirties, sitting behind a desk that was eaten up by the stacks of files.
Entering the cramped office, I stood in front of her.
She was looking down and scribbling something ferociously on a paper as if liberating all her anger of life, build from being around hormonal dumb teenagers.
"Ahemm." I cleared my throat to have her attention.
Her eyes looked up through her big glasses and narrowed down a bit upon seeing me. Her hands were still butchering the paper at the same pace. Multitasking, I'm impressed.
"I listen with ears, not with my eyes. Say what you want and make it quick." She said and again continued to do her self-anger-releasing therapy. Changed my mind, not so impressive.
"Umm... I am a new student."
No answer. I was standing there awkwardly, looking at her while listening to the scratching sound of the pen.
After two minutes, I was starting to get irritated. So, I cleared my throat once again.
"Ahemm. I said I am a new s-"
"Yes, I heard you perfectly the first time. I just can't put my brain to what do you want, if you haven't even told me your name." She cut me off, this time, without even looking up.
How Rude!
But, since it was my first day and I was a bit nervous, I decided to ignore her ridiculous behaviour, "It's Blue Winters, ma'am."
"See, it was not that hard. Alright, wait a minute." She groaned and started searching through the files.
After, one minute and thirty-seven seconds, she produced a paper and put it on the desk.
Looking slightly up, she said, "Here, this is your new timetable and locker combination. Drugs, sex, bullying, and slime are strictly prohibited, and being found guilty of any of those will be considered an illegal offense. Now go."
