Freshy

Day 1

Being in High School is hard. Being two years ahead is like jumping in front of a train. You're like the hurt gazelle and everyone else is the lion waiting to pounce. I just hope no one figures out I'm only 14. As I go through my day I hope that I can be invisible.
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Finally, my favorite class of the day, art. As I walk in I notice that there are assigned seats...and I'm the last one to arrive. As I scan the class for the teacher, I notice the only open spot is next to Mr. Delicious. "Crap", I whisper under my breath as I make my way over to the seat next to him.
"Hey Freshy", he says as I sit down,"stalking me now aren't you?"
I laugh, "You wish."
He chuckles a deep, heavenly chuckle and goes back to his art work. I don't notice that I'm staring at his art work until he looks up and notices I'm staring.

"Sorry. Tha-That's really good," I say turning my head away as it turns bright red.
He chuckles again and leans over "I'm Brody by the way."
As I look up to fully take in his face, he gasps slightly and his eyes go sad before they look away. Before I can question anything his stuff is packed up and he's talking to the teacher. Disappointed at his quick departure I go back to drawing. I begin to wonder what caused his reaction. Was there something on my face? In my teeth? Scenarios keep playing through my head. I can't focus so I barely get anything done on my piece. Nothing, actually, I got nothing done.

When the end of the day bell rings I close my note, stand up with my stuff and leave the class room. As I head to the door, my elbow is grabbed, causing my stuff to fly all over.
"Oh shit, I'm sorry", says some girl.
I turn around and face her. She's eye level with my short, 5ft 4inch frame.
"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry. Here let me help you." She drops to the ground and begins to pick up my stuff. I recognize her from some of my classes, including art.
"Thanks", I mumble while helping her pick my stuff up.
"I'm Nova by the way. You're in a few of my classes. I like you. You now eat lunch with me", she smiles at me, accentuating her perfectly straight teeth, and showing her dimples.
"Sure, I guess", was all I said.
"Here's my number. Text me", she smiles again before handing me my stuff and walking away. After she's gone I turn back around and that's when I notice the guy who was standing behind her.
"Sorry", he chuckles,"Thomas." He sticks his hand out.
"Isabelle", I reply while shaking his hand.
All of a sudden Nova is back inside, pulling on his arm to leave.
"See ya tomorrow", they say before walking away.
I shake my head and go down to my locker. I chuck my stuff in my bag and throw it over my shoulder, heading towards the parking lot.
As I walk out I begin to look for my mum. I think I spit her so I go to head to the car. And when I turn the corner, my face is smushed into a mostly muscle back. They're moving backward and my weak frame isn't enough to stop them. We both fall backward. As we hit the ground, the air is knocked out of me, and I make a wheezing noise. The weight on top of me is suddenly gone and I'm being pulled to my feet.
"Sorry man, didn't mean to", Brody chuckles, "You okay?"
I nod and pick up my bag.
"Alright", he says nodding,"See you tomorrow Freshy."
As I walk away I hear what must be his friends, silently whispering between themselves. I only catch a few words. Something involving me looking like someone named Casey, whoever that is.