Post Mortem - Isaac Lahey x OC

Chapter 2 - First Day

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~Diana POV~

I hear my alarm go off with the annoying sound it has. Why I don't just break the phone, or change the alarm, I have no idea. I groan as I roll out of bed and turn it off. I do my morning routine, shower, teeth, etc, etc. I then throw on some light makeup and get dressed. Emerald green tank top, black jeans and leather jacket, and my trusty pair of combat boots. (I'm not the best at making outfits. I literally go to school in a t-shirt, leggings and boots I put zero thought into my attire). I then grab my backpack and case and head downstairs and to my garage, opening it and wheeling my bike out before starting it. "Hello beautiful..." I say as I start it. I then put my helmet on and head to school.

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"Uhm, hi. I'm new here. Is this where I get my schedule?" I ask the lady at the front desk.

"Yes, it is. And your name?" The receptionist asks.

"Forbes. Diana Forbes."

The lady looks for my schedule for a minute. "Ah, here it is! There you go!" She says, handing it to me.

"Thank you!" I take it and leave the office to find my locker. Surely it can't be that hard to find. I thought.

I was wrong. It took me about five minutes to find it. Luckily the school day hadn't started yet, as I had gotten there early. Not early enough, apparently, because while I was looking, students were immediately filing into the building. "Oh, Allfather, give me strength." I say under my breath. I got to my locker and looked around at the several groups of students, all talking amongst themselves. I look to my left and see a pair of boys talking to each other. One boy had long-ish brown hair while the other had a buzz cut and was very pale. He was very expressive with his arms while the other seemed done with him. I smiled at that. They also both had lacrosse sticks in their bags. That must be the main sport here. Good. I was getting tired of football. I didn't want to interrupt their conversation, so I looked to my right and saw another boy. This one was tall. Like, really tall. He had medium light brown hair, almost as long as buzz cut's friend, but not that long. He was alone, silently putting things away in his locker. I decided to ask him. "Uhm, hi." He jumped slightly upon hearing me talk to him.

"Oh, uhm, hi." He said.

"Sorry about that. Uhm, I'm sorry for asking, but could you help me find, what was it, oh, Mr. Harris' room? I'm new here, and didn't really want to interrupt anyone's conversations."

"Uh, y-yeah. I'm actually going there too, so feel free to walk with me, if you want." He closes his locker.

"Oh my god, thank you so much! I'm Diana, by the way."

"I'm Isaac."

"It's nice to meet you, Isaac."

"And you, Diana. Oh, by the way, Harris sucks. He's super mean."

"Oh. Great." I say sarcastically.

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Throughout the day, I walked by the band room a couple times. I made mental note of where it was. When the final bell rang, I went to my locker and grabbed my case. I head back to the band room, close the door mostly, only leaving it ajar, set my bag down on the floor, and set my case on a chair, and open it. I pull out my phone, open YouTube and put on Eleanor Rigby by The Beatles as a warmup. (Y'all, just pretend, ok? I know they probably didn't have it on YouTube at the time but whatever). I bring the violin up to my chin and begin playing as the song begins.