3 Empty Seats, a Burgatley Rewrite

CHAP 1: No Perspective.

PROLOGUE.
4 years before, during 6th grade.

After a wild night of tossing and turning, trying to sleep, Will finally jolted awake to the sound of their alarm clock. Quickly rushing out of bed to drag their clothes on. After slipping on a black hoodie and red scarf, he brushed his teeth and ate. At 7:30, he slipped out of his house, and walked to the bus stop. First day of middle school. He sat down on the bus stop bench, pulling out his phone to text his friend, Riley. They'd been friends ever since elementary school, when they found eachother hiding behind a tree to play on their nintendos. Nonetheless, Will typed up something.

bro where are you?? — 7:31 , Will

7:32, Riley — huh bro I just woke up

I CAN TELL — 7:32, Will
hurry up and go to the bus stop it's cold — 7:32, Will

7:32, Riley — my bad hold on I'm down the street
7:33, Riley — do you see me waving

Will looked up from their phone, and saw Riley running down the street, waving his hands in the air crazily. His breath visible and sharp. Will stood up and waved back, shouting down the road.

"DUDE! COME ON, THE BUS IS RIGHT THERE!"
Will shouted, motioning violently to the oncoming bus. Riley ran across the street, narrowly avoiding being hit by the bus, high-fiving Will.

"Sup dude! Ready for school?" Riley asked, standing next to Will, leaning forward lightly.
"You don't LOOK like YOU are, but I am personally." Will pointed to Riley's clothes as he spoke, gesturing to the messily put together outfit. Riley frowned.
"I woke up late! I did my best for being here in 2 minutes, you know." Riley elbowed Will in the ribs. Will yelped out lightly, before giggling a bit. They both got on the bus happily, sitting in the front and next to eachother. Will and riley snacked on some chips as they spoke. When suddenly, a rather short jock walked onto the bus, sitting a seat behind the two, next to some guy with bright pink hair. The jock didn't look too happy to sit there. Accidentally bumping shoulders HARD with the other.

"Eyy dude, what's your problem?" The bright pink haired person asked, rubbing his shoulder.
"None. Your face. I dunno." The jock snapped back, turning away. The pink haired fellow grinned.
"You know, I like you. I'm Roule. Everyone calls me Rocko though." Roule said, offering a hand to shake. His pink hair literally glowing. The jock slowly accepted the handshake. Will and riley watched this scene through the seat crack and window reflections.
"Maxwell." The jock said.

The bus started up, and they all drove. The two behind Will and Riley chattered away, progressively getting louder as the trip continued. Will and Riley just quietly discussed funny topics and how much they hated school, giggling a bit as they did so. Even if the things they said were negative and very worrisome, it was like they didn't have a care in the world together. Might change a bit though. Wink.

Maxwell apparently was in the football team, along with Roule. Roule grew up to be the toughest one on the team, letting his ego go to his head, causing him to pick on others. Maxwell tamed him a bit, calming him down when he got too feisty. However, Maxwell wasn't entirely innocent.

After this chapter, slight TW for:
— Bullying
— Slight Homophobia
— Self harm mention
— Alcoholism
— Violence

It'll probably be tame, but still, fair warning.

CHAPTER 1, END.
Wordcount - 601