The summer I died (BRANCE)

back at it

School officially started tomorrow.

Bruce was a little nervous. He always was even though everyone loved him, and he's never had problems with getting along with other people.

He's always found that he cares a lot about how people perceive him. If people didn't see him as perfect, he was doing something wrong.

He hoped Vance wasn't still angry about the football to the face.

He gets called down for dinner, and after he went straight to sleep so he wasn't grumpy in the morning.

He gets woken up by his alarm blaring and the sound of walking around.

This was it.

The first day of a new school.

He runs to the bathroom and splashes his face with cold, refreshing water to wake him up fully.

He gets ready and leaves for the bus.

"Yo, Bruce, come here!" Max yells from the back of the bus, patting the seat next to him.

Bruce walks over and sits in the middle of Max and a nice pretty girl, Bruce recalls as donna.

"Hey, Bruce." She smiles, which Bruce does back.

The bus ride was nice and short as the seats quickly became empty.

He had a look on his phone to find what room he had to be at and went on his way to homeroom.

He finds the classroom in the science block marked 'SC13' and enters. The whole class stared at him in silence, a few smiles sent his way.

"Oh, everyone, this is Bruce Yamada! He's new. Do you want to introduce yourself?"

"Uh, no, I'm ok." He sends a charming smile, and the teacher nods.

"Ok, well, go sit next to Finney at the back. He'll be showing you around school today as I'm aware you guys share the same classes."

Bruce listens and walks to the back where he sees one of the boys who was with Vance the other day.

He was staring off into space. In his own little world, simply not caring about what's going on around him.

Bruce pulls out the stool and sits down. He taps on Finney's shoulder, snapping him out of his daydream.

"Hi, I'm Bruce." He sticks his hand out as an invitation to shake.

"I'm Finney." He says quietly as he shakes Bruce's hand.

A ball of paper suddenly comes out of nowhere and bounces off Finney's head and falls on the floor next to the two.

"Hey Finney the fag, can you pass me that?" A random ginger haired boy asks. Finney doesn't reply.
"Hey, I'm talking to you!"

Finney sighs before picking it up and throwing it back. He had a good throw.

"Hey, you have a really good throw. Do you play baseball?" Bruce asks excitedly. He wants a friend who plays baseball so he can ramble on about his games without having to explain the rules all the time and talk to someone who actually understands his fascination with the game.

"Yeah. I'm a pitcher." His face was filled with suprise.

"Awesome!" Bruce smiles brightly, showing off his dimples.

The bell goes, signalling that it's time for the next class, which was biology, and was in the class only two doors down.

They all left the classroom and entered the next.