Awa'atlu high school-atwotw human

Neteyam

-HUMAN VERSION-

Little key <3
-Arabic
-thoughts
-"speaking"

"And here's your class!" Tsireya said poking in through the door. "Thanks." Neteyam said. He held a smile until they were gone and then walked into the classroom. He scanned around the classroom. There weren't that many students but they all seemed to be in the same area of the classroom. There were about 5 girls and 5 boys. Neteyam sighed before going up to the teachers desk. She was a blond middle aged woman who seemed to have little interest in what her class was doing "Hello." Neteyam said curling the edges of his lips to reveal a fake smile. The teacher didn't even look up from her phone as he greeted her. "Good morning" she said blankly. "I'm neteyam I'm new here and I was just wondering" he got cut off. "Your the new student?" She asked. "Your not what I expected." She said finally looking up from her phone. Neteyam really didn't know what to say. What did that mean?. His thoughts were interrupted quickly though "Um ms Cory?" A third voice said. Neteyam looked over to see a tall and broad boy standing in front of the teachers desk. He had similar features to Tsireya and was very fit. Was this her brother? "Am I interrupting something?" The boy asked. "Nope. Nothing at all" Ms Cory said while giving neteyam a glare. Neteyam and
scratched the back of his head lightly preying that this interaction would be over soon. Trying not to make eye contact with the other boy neteyam looked up to the dealing. Appearing to be interested in the tiling. His attention was brought back down when The boy held out his hand. "Im Aonung." He said. Neteyam hesitantly shook his hand. "Neteyam." He responded. Reverting his gaze back to the dealing. "Aonung!" Ms Cory interrupted. "Why don't you go back to your seat?" She asked. Aonung slowly backed away as ms Cory turned her head back to neteyam. "Are you sure in the in the right school?" Ms Cory said in a low voice turning her chair to face Neteyam . He nodded slowly. Was she serious? He looked down towards his feet and moved his shoes in rhythm waiting for someone to say anything. "Neteyam." Aonung said. His attention was brought back as Aonung seemed to want to divert the conversation. "Come sit down." The boy said with a slight smile on his face. "You can sit at my table. It's a bit crowded but you can sit next to me." Neteyam smiled at Aonung motioning neteyam follow him. Aonungs table was in the back of the class and Aonung was also not kidding about his table being crowded. There was a pile of girl's surrounding where Aonung sat. Neteyam squeezed past them and into the seat next to Aonung. He tried to get comfortable but it was harder when you could hear the breath of the other girls sitting there. "So. You really weren't kidding about your table being crowded huh." Neteyam said as he pulled his phone out of his bag hopping to distract himself. "Yea. I'm not sure why they sit here. But it's really annoying." Aonung painfully stated. "Tell them to leave." Neteyam laughed. Aonung looked blankly at neteyam as an indicator to stop before turning back to his paper and sighing . "Or don't." Neteyam quietly snapped as He laid his head down on his desk waiting for homeroom to be over.

Finally the bell rang. Neteyam gathered his stuff before looking at his schedule for his next class. Aonung tapped him on the shoulder. And neteyam spun around to face the taller boy "Mind if I see?" Aonung asked holding out his hand to take his schedule. Neteyam handed him his schedule quickly before rummaging through his bag to look like he was trying to find something. Neteyams attention was brought back when Aonung started talking loudly. "Oh lucky! You have math with rotxo." Neteyam looked at Aonung confused and jolted his head to the side a little. "He's a friend of ours. He's really nice. But if he offers you a 'hit'" Aonung put air quotes over hit. "Then don't accept it." . "Noted." Neteyam said trying to hold back laughter. He started to walk towards his next class before someone bumped into his roughly. "Ah shit." He said as all his stuff flew out of his hands. It wasn't to much but with the impact of the hit it flew across the hallway. Neteyam bent down to pick it up before he was met with a foot on his paper. He looked up to see a blond boy staring back down at him. "Watch where your going." The blond laughed. Neteyam observed the boy who was now laughing to his friends well He was followed by a group of other boys like henchmen. They quickly walked away once the sound of keys and heels made it's way down the hallway. Neteyam sighed as he picked up the rest of his schedule that was now ripped in half and covered in shoe marks by how hard the boy had stomped on it. Neteyam hurried through the hallways before the next beel rang. He didn't want to admit it but he was extremely lost. He finally found his next class after searching all around the gigantic school. He was far late past the bell but he didn't care so long as he wasn't wandering the halls for the rest of his day trying to find this one class. It was in the back of the school on the first floor. When Neteyam walked in he was overcome with the smell of perfume and mint gum. He looked around the room looking for the source of the smell. His nose directed him to a group of girls who were crowded around one table with products sprayed across and compact mirrors all in there hands as they worked on makeup, skincare, and one was Ben brushing their teeth with one of those disposable toothbrushes. Neteyam looked at the other students to see that they were either sleeping or looking at their phones. It was a small class with around 9 students in all. Neteyam made sure he counted. That was the thing with neteyam. He always had to count. Always. 3 was his lucky number so if he was doing anything he would have to wait 3 seconds or 33 seconds or 333 seconds. He would count to three over and over again on his finger tips and would always count by threes. He couldn't do anything unless the number was involved. And if it wasn't then he would have to make it. That's one of the many reasons they transferred schools. Because of neteyam. Not neteyam himself but his mental health disorders. He always struggled with school. Not academically. With school interactions. He would often anger his teachers when he had to wait 33 seconds before answering a question or had to say a word multiple times until he was satisfied. He would often get upset with himself to a breaking point when he broke one of his rules. One time it got so bad that him and his parents went to the doctor. That's when he was diagnosed with severe OCD and ADD. Neteyam was taking meds to help but sometimes it still got bad. When he finished counting he counted again. And one more time until he was satisfied. Neteyam looked down as he walked at the tiles in the floor and he was soon met with a small desk near the back of the classroom. There was no one but one other student In the back. He sat in the corner and didn't seem very interested in what was going on in the class. "Hello." Neteyam said. He smiled a little to seem more welcoming. "Hi" the boy responded then turned back to his phone. "I'm neteyam." He introduced himself to maybe bring the boy more interest. "Oh shit! Your one of the sullys. Yea! Tsireya was telling me about you guys!" The boy said. "I'm rotxo by the way. I'm guessing you've met Tsireya by now. She's usually in the front office." Rotxo said. Neteyam nodded "yea. She's really nice. And I think I met her brother to. Aonung?"
"Oh really? Yea he can be an asshole." Rotxo said turning himself in his rear to face neteyam. Neteyam looked puzzled. "He was nice to me" he said laughing slightly. "Woah" rotxo said. "That's werid. Usually he's really rude to everyone."
"No he was really nice to me. He actually save me from an awkward encounter with our homeroom teacher." Neteyam said pulling his notebook out of his backpack. The teacher was finally starting to teach. "Hm." Rotxo said. "Wanna hit?" He offered holding out a vape"
Neteyam chuckled slightly at what Aonung had said earlier.