October 4th
I hear my brother stumble around to get ready
"He's late again"
I thought trying to fall back to sleep, then I heard mom yelling,
"Hayden you're going to be late for school!"
"Coming!" He shouted back
Well, there's no point in trying to fall back to sleep now. I got up and started to pull out my laptop and school supplies. Then I sit at my desk, pull out my phone and start scrolling through videos. My alarm goes off and I go to turn it off realizing that it was my third alarm. Then realizing I'm also "late" for school. I hurriedly opened my laptop and pulled up my class. I started taking notes on what the teacher was saying.
" When you subtract the 3 from the 150,020 you'll get- Haylee why are you late!!"
Wait, is she talking to Hayden? No, it's some other Haylee there's no way that the teacher knows about Hayden. But then I saw Hayden walk through the door. Then the teacher starts screaming her head off at him, deadnaming him every chance she gets. I watch through the screen as the scene unfolds before my eyes. I'm pissed off at this point. This isn't fair, this isn't the treatment he needs, he's gone through so much of what the hell! I continue to watch the teacher torment my brother wishing I could do something knowing I can't. That teacher continues to yell at him for the ENTIRE class period. When I hear the muffled bell sound I know it's time to wait in the lobby for the next class period that I don't share with Hayden, Science. I log on and see that it's a wrinkly old man wobbling around on a peg leg. Sometimes I wonder how these people are teachers. He talks about atoms and molecules. I find these classes boring. What is the point of teaching us the same thing for years? What is it doing? I go through class after class staring at the teachers and students observing their every move. I guess you could call me a people watcher. I don't particularly like people but I'm not that creepy... At least I don't think so. I also see that I haven't introduced myself. My name is Noah Brown. I live with just my mother and brother. My father died of heart disease when I was 8. We don't talk much about him. He was a terrible person. Abusive, manipulative. I'm happy he died. I haven't told Mom that part.
I finish up Advanced Science and click to go to my next class. I opened it to Hayden sitting by a person who had bright red and green hair, it looked as if they were talking with their hands. Hayden looked happy and content so I had no complaints. He then looked around probably for the teacher then turned around and waved at the camera. I laughed and watched him goof off toward the camera. Then the teacher walked in and he had a scared look on his face and sat back down. You're probably wondering why I'm not there as well. The reason why I'm at home is that I have severe anxiety issues. I can't handle people and I break down. I panic and go into a state where I can't breathe or see. I wish I didn't have this problem... We have Dad to blame for that one. I really hated him. I'm honestly so happy he's gone. I don't know if I could've lived with him any longer. I stared up at the screen where my desk had broken and a kid was sitting in the rubble. Well, that's probably going to get me out of class. I decided that I'd just watch. The students and teacher help the poor kid up and the janitor comes in with a mop and broom. What is that going to do? Is he going to mop up the smashed chair pieces? He is doing exactly that, some people are so incompetent. If anyone in the scenario had any common sense they would know to pick up the pieces and throw them away yet they had the "brilliant" idea to MOP the pieces up. Maybe it's just the janitor being idiotic the teacher looks fed up with this maybe she'll be decent. I finished that class in a daze just watching the janitor attempt to clean the chair up. Oh, I hadn't realized that was the last class. Finally, now I can sleep, until Hayden gets home then I will not get any sleep whatsoever. 15 minutes later Hayden barges into my room and drags me out of bed.
"Get up lazy!! I have to tell you about school today!"
As I was aggressively dragged out of bed Hayden started babbling about how the day had gone and how crazy one of the teachers was. He brought up his new friend. I was paying attention to him when he brought them up.
"They're so cool I can't wait for you to meet them. They've got red and green hair that they dye once a month because their hair grows too fast!"
"I saw them sitting next to you in the 5th period," I replied.
"Did you also see the Janitor try to clean up that desk?"
"That janitor is very incompetent, can I sleep now?"
"Fine, goodnight lazy." He exited the room and I was prepared for a very long nap.
5:48 Pm
I woke up to my mother yelling at Hayden and me to come down to dinner and as I sleepily walked down the stairs 2 people were running past, Hayden and the mystery person. I sit down at the table and get a good look at their faces. They had freckles on their noses and they had a sharp jawline. They looked friendly but I'm not taking any chances. As I sat there staring daggers at Hayden's friend, mom came to the table with dinner. It was mac and cheese, not my favorite but I didn't complain. I slowly ate due to tiredness then I hear
"Noah. Noah! Noah! Are you alive!?"
"Huh" I reply half asleep.
"Well since you are half alive this is Aoi and they're my friend," Hayden says proudly like he's won an award.
"Hello then," I reply slowly, getting back to my food. Almost falling asleep between bites.
When I finished I groggily walked upstairs and flopped down onto the bed realizing I needed to unpack, and the only thing I had fully unpacked was my bed. I thought it would be a good idea to unpack now rather than later. I got up and unpacked box after box when I had finally finished. I had my room exactly how I wanted it to be. After I finished, you guessed it! I fell asleep.
A/N
hello!!! Thank you for reading chapter 1 of my story if you would like more info about this story (it comes with spoilers and info about upcoming events and chapter dates) go follow my Instagram!! @dive.rsity56 there will be story's with personally my favorite lines from the books and daily uploads thanks again!!
-TK
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Teen FictionA 15 year old boy with mental health issues Navigates his way around a normal life. His twin brother is suffering bullying at school and Noah believes it's his responsibility to help.
