You're Different and that's extraordinary

IV: Chastisement

Someone was shaking me.

I moaned but remained asleep.

"Will wake up" the person shaking me yelled.

I moaned again.

"William Solace wake up have twenty minutes to get ready and you're defiantly not being late on your first day" she scolds.

"I can't get ready in twenty minutes" I sigh sitting up on the couch.

"Yes you can, I'll go get you a different pair of pants" she assures me.

I sat there waiting for her to return dreading having to leave the safety of the house and risk having to deal with bullies again.

"Come on we need to hurry" my mom says basically flipping me over to get the pajama pants off me then pulling a pair of loose jeans on.

"Was it really necessary to be that rough" I complain.

''Yes, you can't be late if you hadn't stayed up so late last night you would have woken up on time" she says.

"you could have woken me up earlier" she puts me in my chair while I was complaining.

"I tried but you wouldn't wake up" she scolds pushing me towards our garage.

"I'm hungry I need food to function" I whine.

In response she fishes through her purse before dropping a slightly smooched pack of pop tarts into my lap.

"What kind cause you know I don't like strawberry" I ask, I don't know why I just never liked the strawberry flavored ones probably cause they don't really taste like strawberry my favorites are s'mores and chocolate peanut butter.

"Blueberry" beams pushing me up the ramp on the van.

"I thought we had twenty minutes to get ready?'' I ask it had only been about ten why was she rushing?

"We do twenty minutes to get ready and get there" she says before slamming the door down.

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"You must be William Solace" the lady at the guidance office says handing me a stack of various papers.

"Yes ma'am" say respectfully my mom left for work after dropping me off.

"Well you are to go to Algebra first period," she tells me, "and I saw that you were having problems navigating with you cast would you like me to asks another student for help?" she adds kindly.

"It's okay I'll be fine" I say even though I would love to have help I didn't want people thinking that I couldn't take care of myself.

She must have read me expression because she called a student over anyways,"Mr. di Angelo would you come out here please" she called to one of the back rooms.

"Yes Mrs. Kerr?" A boy asked, he looked about six foot with raven hair and deep chocolate eyes. He was wearing a beige T-shirt that read 'Westwood Art School' paired with a pair of jeans that had the knees ripped out. His arms had ink doodles all over some were really faded some were fresh. One thing I found interesting was the big purple bruise right under his eye.

"Would please help Mr. Solace to his algebra class" she says.

"Yeah sure I was going there myself" he beams.

Mrs. Kerr tells me a few more things about the dress code and the code of conduct for students but I wasn't really paying attention I was staring at the boy standing in the door way who now had a ink pen out and was doing spirals on a bare section on the bottom of his left arm. I also noticed how the designs slowly faced and ended right above his elbow.