[sorry im late]
[lower case intended]
it felt as if the second i woke up and looked out the window, it began to snow. i mean it is winter in australia while it's summer everywhere else. it kinda confused me the time difference - just like when i moved to canada years ago.
i yawned with a stretch and got out of my bed, throwing my cover off me. i went over to my closet and grabbed a pair of black ripped skinny jeans. i wiggled myself into them and starred at the varieties of tops i could wear. it was my first day back to school, and not only that but in australia. i racked my eyes between my black sweaters - i had a huge varieties of those - and my soft colours - like 4. i blew my cheeks with air crossed my arms, still starring at my closet. i let out the air i held with relief as i grabbed my black sweater that had a small bvb logo at the top right - custom made thank you very much. i starred at my half signed atl - thanks jalex. fucking whores. - poster behind my door before going downstairs.
i got into the small bathroom - my mother took the bigger one, weird that she wasn't at work already - and grabbed one of my elastics, tying my hair in a pony tail. in the past 3 years i've changed. before i left, i was social butterfly, hair down, smiley and enthusiastic, but i started to become bitter and short tempered, getting into fights any possible moment i can. now i find myself to be shy, kept to self, hair up and sad. well actually i wasn't like that as much of a shy person as i'd like to think, considering last night's events but whatever. i may be back 'home' but everything has changed.
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i was really lazy to go early to school today - i can just lie and say that i got lost or something - so i decided to come in around recess. i was gonna go at lunch but that'd be a little too suspicious.
i entered the school building at the hallway was pretty empty. i would've guessed that everyone's somewhere in the school in the cafeteria eating lunch or having a snack of some sort.
"excuse me" i bit my bottom lip and looked down to to the blond sitting on the floor.
"yes?" he didn't even bother looking up at me.
"you know, it's rude to not look at someone when they're talking to you" i scrunched my nose.
"you know, it's rude to bother me while i'm in the middle of playing flappy bird" he groaned "thanks for making me lose you twat!" he said then looked at me.
"good." i smiled fakely and he just rolled his eyes.
"you're the new kid?" he asked me, getting up and putting away his phone in his pocket.
"what's it to you?" i made a clicking sound.
"well," he began to walk and i raised an eyebrow as i followed him "you see, there's this new kid coming in today. and i'm their tour guide. i waisted my time waiting for that particular person"
"well that person got you out of class" i shrugged.
"very true" he stopped at a door and smiled at me. "so, again. are you new?"
"well, no" i scratched the back of my neck "i'm from australia but i moved to canada 3 years ago. but i'm back"
"right. but you're new?" he crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against the wall.
"yeah" i huffed "whatever you want"
"what i want is to drop out" he pushed open the door "anyways, here's the office. get whatever and i'll be your guide" i nodded and went to the front desk lady.
"hi" i smiled at her.
"yes?" she didn't even bother looking up.
"ummm? i'm new here?" i drummed my fingers on the counter and her head snapped up. "ah yes. mrs mac kripton"
i nodded and she handed me my schedule, telling me that michael was my guide of the day. i thanked her and returned to him.
"mac and cheese and superman" he chuckled as we walked out the door. "nice"
"yes except it's not a y it's an i"
"well i'm michael clifford" he wrapped his arm around my shoulder "and we might just be the bestest friends"
"one, bestest isn't a word" i grabbed his arm that was hanging on my shoulder and threw it off me "two, don't touch me"
the bell rung indicating that recess was over and he grinned. "this is great. i'm missing math."
"it's almost a blessing that i came late, eh?" i grinned back.
he only hummed.
when we turned at one of the corners i bumped into someone and i scoffed.
"umm, excuse you" i scoffed again.
"i was going to apologize" the hazel boy - voice very familiar - said "but now i'm not going to"
"ooh" i rolled my eyes "bad boy on the loose!"
"pretty much" michael mumbled under his breathe.
"i see you've met clifford" he snickered "don't go too d-"
before the boy can finish his sentence i grabbed him by the shirt and lifted it - i didn't life him because he was too big. "i dare you to finish that sentence"
"deep" he smirked down at me. the next thing i knew was my fist collided with his stomach - i don't hit people in the face, i don't wanna break anything - making him groan and take a few steps back.
"that's what i thought bitch" i spat and grabbed michael by the arm, dragging him to any staircase in particular.
"what the fuck?" michael asked confusingly "what the fuck just happened?"
"are you blind and deaf or something?" i raised an eyebrow at the blond and he shook his head.
"i mean you just hit ashton. ashton irwin. the school's punk" he bit his bottom lip, trying to keep away from smiling.
"that's punk?" i laughed. "wow okay yeah of course"
"what do you mean?" he raised an eyebrow at me.
"nothing." i smiled and patted his back. "you're okay?"
"yeah?" he scrunched his eyebrows together.
"i mean he said something, and i just want to know if you're okay"
"oh" his face fell "yeah"
"you sure?"
"yeah"
"yeah?"
"why do you care anyways?" he bit his bottom lip again.
"so i just punched a 'punk' guy for you because i have to have a reason to care about you?"
"that made no sense"
"whatever. i don't need a reason to care about you. i just do. problem?"
"no. it's just weird"
"weird?"
"you are"
"i am"
"i'm confused"
we laughed and i agreed with him. "c'mon show me around"
"alright"
