8 years ago...
I sat alone in the cafeteria after the first day of school.
And let me just say, it was a long.
Ass.
Motherfucking.
Day.
I didn't have any homework to do because why would teachers assign homework on the first day?
And I sat alone in this almost barred room because I didn't have a ride until five.
So I decided to do a little sketching.
I couldn't help but ponder about my day as I let the pencil take over my hand.
My first period art class was filled with loud mouthed, lazy, and rude kids. Great.
My second period class is a study hall, third period is history, fourth is chemistry, fifth is my lunch, sixth is fucking Spanish, seventh is geometry, and eighth is English.
Out of all of those classes, history SHOULD be my weakest, but it's not.
Spanish literally kills me.
I'm on my third year of Spanish and with full honesty, I don't remember stuff we learned the previous two years.
With that class it just goes through one ear and out the other.
My thoughts were shattered when a group entered the room.
Oh wait, just two guys.
The one had dark-ish blonde-ish hair and was wearing a black Iron Maiden T-shirt while the other had short light brown hair and a plain white T-shirt on with sagging jeans.
They looked to be about my age.
Or maybe a year older.
I tried to pretend that I was minding my own business and I continued to sketch in my sketchbook as I listened to their conversation.
"Alright, so where are they?" The Iron Maiden fan asked.
"No idea. I'll call Jimmy." He said as he dialed up on his phone.
There was a pause before dialog continued.
"Hey, man where are you?.....oh, alright well we're here." He said as he hung up.
"Well?"
"They're just down the hall."
And as if fate shined a bright as the sun, two guys walked towards them.
"It's about time." Iron Maiden guy huffed.
"There are still some kids and teachers here so we got stopped by Castis." A shorter dark haired boy exclaimed.
"Oh, the history teacher?" The boy in the white T-shirt groaned.
"Yeah. But it's cool now."
"So where's the stuff?" The tallest one asked as the boy in the sagging pants checked his surroundings and noticed I was sitting at a nearby table.
He quickly tucked away what I thought I saw was a box of cigarettes.
They exchanged looks and the Iron Maiden guy walked over and put his palms on the table top.
"You didn't see that, alright?" He smiled in a non-friendly way.
I looked up.
"You don't have to hide that from me, I can honestly not care less." I said as he raised an eyebrow.
