Every Story Has a Beginning

Part 2 - First Impressions

Day 1 - Friday

Chapter 1 - I Can't Do Anything...

Jay

So there I was, standing in the middle of the playground. It was break at that moment. I wasn't planning on making new friends, so I tried not to stand out. I decided to have a little walk around. It was like in my old school... Walking down the playground alone...All alone.

I watched in jealousy as students talked amongst themselves. Amongst friends. The thing that I was missing. The thing I was lacking. Well, really this is a lie, after all, I have Alfred. Maybe I don't have friends because I lie. Well, I don't think I've lied too much in my lifetime. The fact that this could be a lie too... I'll just keep my mouth shut. I'll just change the subject I guess. I looked around. There was so much variation from here and my old school. It was so much bigger, there was so much more to explore. Honestly, I really wasn't in the mood for any exploring. It was probably because of that lingering feeling from the other day that I had forgotten something. But what could it be? While pondering these thoughts, I decided to sit down. I watched in awe as people ran around screaming in joy, I watched as eruptions of laughter emerged from the faces of happy people, I watched a basketball game as one of the players did an extraordinary slam-dunk. I'd never be tall enough to do something like that. Let alone good enough. I wasn't good enough for anything. Nothing.

"I can't do anything right," I thought to myself. "Why can't I do anything right!?"

I picked up something in my grasp. In my fury, I hurled it.

"I can't do anything right..."

As I lowered my head down in shame, I heard something.

It was a crack.

Surely, that was only a coincidence?

But my judgement was proved to be wrong as someone stormed over to me.

"You!" he exclaimed.

I said nothing. Everything I did made everything worse.

"Look at what you've done!"

He took out his phone and put it just inches away from my face.

I had broken it.

"So the only thing I'm good at is throwing stones to break phones..." I murmured.

"Wow, that rhymes..."

"So you did break it!"

I knew I should have shut my damn mouth. Nothing good comes out of it after all.

"Well yes..." I replied, hesitantly. "I didn't mean to, honest..."

He simply moved his head closer to me and narrowed his eyes. I backed up as far as I could, but then I realised.

I was still on the bench.

As he moved closer, I cowered, and lifted my scrawny legs above the backrest of the bench. I had overestimated my balance unfortunately, and I fell chest first onto the hard pavement ground. The loose stones dug into my chest. I could feel tears falling from my eyes as I heard his guffawing from above me.

"Do you even know who I am?"

"No, and it's not like I want to know either."

"You little piece of s-"

I rolled and evaded his kick. I stumbled to my feet.

"I'm sorry, ok... I didn't mean to-" I stuttered.

"I accept apologies on PayPal," he interrupted. "Hand it over."

I had enough sense to know that he wanted money. But the thing was, I didn't have that. So I had to fight.