Music Class (Lashton)

Chapter 1

*Ashton'sPOV*

"Do you remember feeling invincible?

When there was trouble,

it was us against the world

We kept running, running through the night

Chasing the sun 'til anything felt right

Can you save me now?

I get..."

I regretted turning off the alarm clock, but I knew that eventually I would have to face today. Yep, today was the first day of school and I was not looking forward to it.

I groaned as I laid my head back down onto my pillow.

I could hear my mum yell to me

"Ashton! Wake up or else you'll be late to your first day of school!"

I shouted "I'm up, Mum!" As I got up to get in the shower.

After I got done showering, I went into my room to choose what I was going to wear for that day. I decided to wear my favourite black t-shirt, some black skinny jeans, and a grey hoodie. If you haven't guessed yet, I like to wear dark colours.

I climbed down the stairs to the smell of eggs and bacon. I walked up to my mother and gave her a hug as I said "Good Morning."

"Good morning Ashton, Are you excited for you first day of senior year?" she chirped with a slight smile coming across her face.

Replying with a small frown I answered, "I am far from excitement, mum..."

"Aww, come on Ash, they may have gotten over it. It is senior year after all, so what could possibly go wrong?"

She looked at me with a worried face. My mum knows about the guys that would bully me at school. She had once tried to convince me to change schools, but I refused. There was only one reason I didn't want to leave.

"Maybe you're right..." I said with a fake smile hoping that she wouldn't notice how scared I am.

"Here's a special breakfast for my special boy"

I laughed with a little bit of embarrassment, "MUM! I'm not a child anymore, but thank you."

"I know you are, but you'll always be my special boy."

I took a seat and stared to chow down on this delicious breakfast.

If you guys are wondering where my father is, he abandoned my mum and I when I was young. I didn't know why, but we eventually got over it. Mum and are living happy lives now. That douchebag can go and live his life however he wants to without the burden of a child.

When I finished, I got up and gave my mum a hug goodbye and got into my car. I turned on the radio to hopefully calm my nerves, but all of the music that the stations played was shit. I was not looking forward to going to this hell they called school.

Once I arrived to hell, I mean school (what's the difference anyways?), I parked into my parking slot and took a deep breath. Well, here it goes, the first day of senior year. I have yet to make friends...

I told myself that "It was just 8 hours. I can do this. I grabbed my bag and headed towards the school entrance. I was just a little clammy from nerves, but soon, I hope, I wouldn't be so nervous.

I took a deep breath and entered the dreaded school. The halls were flooded with faculty and students, because it was the first day. The first day always seems to be more hectic. You could hear all of the voices of students meeting up with friends and asking for directions. You could hear some shouting, whispering, and obnoxious laughter. I wouldn't mind all of those sounds, but I feel like those sounds are about me. I feel like everyone talks shit about me behind my back and it makes me uncomfortable.

Nervously, I started making my way through the crowded hallways to my locker. I kept my head down and my backpack casually hanging off of my shoulder. I try to stay as invisible as possible so that I don't get bullied. On my way, I bumped into some students who weren't paying attention. When that happened, for some reason I would bite my lips.

I finally arrived to my locker alive and in one piece. I opened my locker and place my books for the classes I don't have right now on the shelves. I put my backpack in my locker so that my bullies couldn't take it and pour all of my stuff out. Did I mention that his name was Max?

After visiting my locker, I started walking to my first class. The halls are still very busy and may have gotten even busier, so I struggled to find my way to class. I finally made it to class without running into Max and his gang. I looked around and saw that I was the first one in class. Of course I would be the first one. The first bell doesn't ring for another 25 minutes. I just didn't want to be out in the halls and vulnerable to Max. I decided to pick a seat that was in the very back of the class by the very last column where I would blend into the shadows.

I don't know if it is me or my insecurities, but I can hear people in the hallways talking shit about me. I took a gulp and pushed my hair back.

Don't mind them Ashton.

It's your last year here. Then after that you can leave this fucking school... only 180 days!