Uniform

Brighton Academy

I walk down the halls of Brighton Academy with Aaron and Bailey on either side of me, seeing all the boys staring at us as we walk past. We stop in front of a giant window and looking inside it is the administrative office. Aaron opens the door gesturing for Bailey and me to go ahead of him in the office. Bailey walks up to the desk where an annoyed middle-aged woman is sitting drinking a coffee. "Good morning! We're here to get the schedule for Sage Allen." Bailey said just as brightly as she had to me this morning. The woman started to type on the computer in front and suddenly the printer behind her was printing a piece of paper. She took it out of the printer and handed it to Bailey "Here you go love I hope your son has a good first day." The office woman said with a raspy voice which sounded like she smokes 2 packs of cigarettes a day. "Thank you." All three of us said simultaneously. Bailey handed me the paper which had my school schedule and my locker number with the combination on it. We all walked out of the office. "Sage have a great day and keep our secret to yourself okay," Aaron said to me menacingly. "I will," I respond sheepishly.

Bailey and Aaron walk down the halls toward the front of the school leaving me with the weight of keeping this secret. Classes haven't begun yet based on how many boys are in the hallways in front of lockers chatting and roughhousing. I look at the paper again to see the locker number reading 743. I look to my left seeing the nearest locker saying 464; the locker numbers look to be going up in number so I walk further down the corridor.

After a few minutes of walking, I finally find my locker and look at the paper again for the combination 19, 9, and 27. I open my locker and take my backpack off unzipping it to retrieve my lunch. As I'm bending over I feel someone pulling on my hair startling me. "Look at the fresh meat we have here boys." I hear a deep thick English accent say from behind me followed by laughing. I quickly stand up straight and grab my hair from the stranger's hand. I turn around to see a tall handsome boy with straight jet-black hair and mocha skin way too close to comfort. Behind him are 2 other boys both handsome as well. One of them is tall and pale with a buzzcut. The other one was tall and dark with curly black hair. "Don't touch me," I say forcefully. "Looks like we got ourselves an American lads." The one with straight black hair says tauntingly.

"Why are you on our side of the pond, little patriot?" The same guy says resting his elbow on my head while laughing. I violently push his arm off my head. "Why don't you guys just fuck off?" I say getting angry. "Looks like we got a feisty one Hunter." The pale one says to the one with the straight black hair. "Now why don't you play nice," Hunter says pushing me against the locker. "Get the fuck off me!" I shout pushing him back causing him to stumble a little. "Big mistake little red." The curly-haired one says walking closer to me with his other two friends.

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The bell for class rings and the three boys stop kicking me. "Now you know not to fuck with us little twat." Hunter says giving me one last blow harder than the rest were. They walk away to class as I roll over and spit blood out onto the floor. I grab my schedule on the floor by my head and I sit up grabbing my backpack from behind me and I stagger to my feet. I wipe the blood from my lips, look down at my schedule, and try to navigate my way through the halls toward my first class in my sucky new school.

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It's the end of the school day and I still feel sore from being jumped this morning. As I'm waiting outside for Aaron to come pick me up somebody bumps into me from behind. I don't look behind me in case it's Hunter and his friends. The stranger taps me on the shoulder. I begrudgingly turn around praying it is not Hunter. I come face to face with a gorgeous boy that towers over me. His bright blue eyes widen once he sees my face and cracks a nervous smile of white crooked teeth. "I'm sorry lad, you're new aren't you." He says to me. "Yeah, I am it's my first day," I say forgetting that I'm supposed to sound like a boy. "I'm Elijah," He says offering it to me. "Sage," I say in a much deeper voice no longer blindsided by his attractiveness. "Where are you from, you aren't from around here?" He says cheekily with a wide smile. I blush seeing now that he also has dimples and is exactly my type. "I'm American, very far from being from around here," I say nervously. "Well I love your accent and I'd love to hear more of it. We should be lab partners, you're in the same biology class as me." He said nonchalantly. "Sure I'll probably need the help." I hear a car horn from behind me, I turn around and see Aaron behind the wheel waving. "I gotta go I'll see you tomorrow," I say rushing towards to car. "Yeah see you tomorrow" Elijah waves goodbye to me.

"I see you're already making friends," Aaron says as I get into the car. I buckle my seatbelt before responding. "Yeah, we're in the same science class."

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As soon as I get home I head straight to my room to take the stupid uniform and bandages off. As I take off my shirt I see bruises all over my stomach and arms. I unwrapped my bandages and luckily my breasts weren't bruised. I remove my slacks to reveal bruises all over my legs as well. I put on a band tee and some sweats, I put a hoodie on over my band tee to hide the bruises on my arms. I head downstairs with my backpack to begin doing my homework for the night dreading having to go back to school tomorrow.