The Notes in My Locker

Johnathan Clade

Chapter One

MOST OF THE time, I don't find myself actually going to class. Today was different. Probably because it was the first day of school, and I can't just not go. Almost everyone in the building looks excited to be here. Not me. Higgston High is pretty much the average high school. Crappy lockers with broken locks, cracked windows that make it even harder to see the light that this school truly lacks, and oh yeah; pathetic, loud, boys. Just the thought of them makes me want to rip out my own liver. That will probably happen someday.

   
I'm getting handed my new schedule and start to walk to my first period class, wondering if it's even worth it to finish the year. Yeah I know, it's only the first day, but I really don't feel like going through yet another year of the same routine every day for the rest of my life.

Walking down the corridor, I find my first class. "Room 231" English Literature. "Elliot!" I hear, squeezing myself into the room. My ears, already ringing from the amount of noise I've withheld in the past 15 minutes. Looking over I see Issac, my best friend. He's signing me to come talk to him. "What is it?" I say, trying not to pay any attention to the whaling around me.

    "What's up? How come you look so pissed again? It's literally the first day of school, cheer up!" Questions are my mortal enemy.

    "That's exactly my point, Issac. We're in school, it's not a happy place. Soon enough we're going to be.." Issac stops me.

    "Oh come onnn Ellie, we're juniors, it's not like we have to do this forever you know."

"If you ever call me that again, I'll kill you, Issac." He just laughs.

Sometimes I seriously wonder if Issac is psychotic. Like really. How do people get excited about another nine long months of absolute Hell, only to have 90 days off? It makes me sick.

    "At least you're happy." I say. At this point, I've ran out of words and I don't feel like this is something worth debating about. I know I'm right and there isn't one person who can change my mind. "Okay folks" says Mr. Wade. "It looks like we're just waiting for a few more of you to show up and we can get started."

    After a few long minutes, a girl walks in. Long blonde hair, blue eyes, and the most annoying bookbag I've ever had the displeasure of laying my eyes on, reading "Lover". I don't think I will ever understand the logic of teenage girls. Which is why I try not to speak to them. Five minutes pass and the door bursts open. "I'm so sorry sir! I slept through my alarm this morning!"

    "Lets not make this a normal thing mister Clade. Kapish?" Says Mr. Wade.

A boy, with wavy, dark brown hair and the lightest green eyes I think I have ever seen, is now standing at the door. "Jonathan Clade", written on his bookbag... Ew.

I'm an observer. Not like I try to be, but when you don't have many people to talk to, what else are you supposed to do?

    "You can take your seat in the back. Next to mister Elliot Brown."

Fuck. Why do bad things always happen to me? And why the hell would he call me "mister"? The boy sits next to me, and I can feel his eyes glancing at me. I tried to ignore it, and for some time it worked. But what seemed like every thirty seconds, he looks over to me, wanting to say something.

    "Can I help you?'' I'm making it clear, I don't want to talk to him.

"Oh..uhh not at all. Yeah, no, uhh I'm fine. Carry on." Now I'm annoyed. Not like I wasn't already, but now I'm really annoyed. This is why I hate boys. It seems like they all feel obligated to have something to do with me. Except Issac.