This isn't good

One: New Kids

"Hell is empty and all the Devils are here" -William Shakespeare

1979, October 1:
I wish we never had to move, I left all my friends where we used to live. Vancouver Canada.

"Jaeden! Hurry we're gonn be late!" I heard Maxwell (Max) yell from downstairs.

I was sitting in the hallway wondering why we moved. "Aye Jae, we gotta go. Get up!" Erin grabbed my arm and hoisted me up.

She was surprisingly strong for being 13 and 5'1. "Sorry Erin." We fast walked down the stairs clutching the railing so we wouldn't trip.

"What took you so long???" Finney (Finn) said jumping off the ground to his feet.

I rolled my eyes and grabbed my backpack.

My high tops are horrible trying to put on when your about to be late.

I finally got them on and had Erin help me get up. All four Blakeliy children raced out the door.

My dirty blonde curly hair blowing in the wind as we raced towards the school, surprisingly it was only two blocks away.

I clutched my hand on the door handle to my classroom, surprise surprise I was early by 3 minutes.

"Fuck." I mumbled under my breath. I only saw 1 other kid in the classroom doing his homework or whatever it was.

"Hi um im new though I think you knew that, is there assigned seats? Or will anyone get mad if I sit anywhere?" I asked the teacher who was looking at papers on her desk.

"Oh Jaeden, right? No, no one sits in the same spot. Well..okay maybe that boy right there." She said pointing at the only person in the room.

"Okay!" I walked to the furthest desk by a window in the corner.

3 minutes had gone by and kids poured in the classroom sitting at desks and grabbing things out of their backpacks.

"Hello class, Today we have a new student. Please come to the front." She pointed at me and I walked to the front.

"Introduce yourself to the class." She smiled but i could tell she didn't really care to much but enough.

"Hello um im Jaeden Blakeliy, and I moved here from Vancouver with my three siblings." I was practically shaking, or the more common word, Panic attack.

She nodded and I walked back to where I was sitting. Shit. Shit. Shit. My leg was shaking quite rapidly, good thing no one noticed. (So I thought)

The bell finally rung. I grabbed my stuff and walked out almost running out.

I need to find any of them. I had a short 2 minutes to find one of my siblings.

"Jaeden! Hey!" I turned and saw Finney running to me. Thank the lord.

I hugged him tight almost in tears. "Jaeden whats wrong?" Finney was the overprotective brother type.

"Panic attack." I looked him right in the eyes. "Oh jae...let's take you to the office an ask if you can sit there for a little." I nodded.

We walked to the office Finney had to explain because I was on the verge of tears, rapidly shaking my leg.

"Yes, he can stay here till 3rd period." He sighed. "What class?"

"Mr. Donnelley, class 208." My voiced cracked. Embarrassing....

He called Mr. Donnelley telling him I would be in the office for a sudden panic attack. That's um still embarrassing.

I sat down on a bench trying to read my book. It wasn't working. I felt tears go down my face.

Shit. Shit. SHIT! I wiped my face with my sleeve.

The be rang. Wow time goes by fast when your having "fun" I got up and walked to 3rd period.

This. Is. Shit. This is fucking shit. I fucking hate school, and I fucking hate myself.

I sat at my desk in the far left corner next to a annoying ass girl. She won't shut the hell up (yeah talking to ME!)

"Please stop talking" I looked directly in her eyes trying not to scream at her.

She rolled her eyes and looked away. Well atleast she shut up.

I think I spaced out for the next hour because I was shaked out of my thoughts by the bell.

Fucking lunch! Ugh I get to see Erin and the others.

While I was walking to the lunch room I was pushed into a wall.

"What the-" I was cut off by a boy kicking my backpack. "Aye Shit head." The boy who said it was smirking. Gross.

I tilted my head to the side trying to look up. "What?"

"Your a cry baby." He was just Smiling? What the fuck??

"Was that supposed to be an insult?" My head was still tilted and it was still pretty hard to look up.

"I saw you in the office crying, Pathetic." He leaned down to look at me. "Just. Fucking. Pathetic."

"It's called a panic attack." I think I was being a smart ass "woops".

"Hell. You really are a smart ass." What a bitch.

"Why did you push me?" I grabbed my bag and for some reason he helped me?

He grabbed my bag and ran. I ran after him. I was frustrated and annoyed, but I was smiling and almost laughing when I caught up to him ripping my backpack out of his hands.

"Bitch." I gave him the bird and walked to the lunch room.