His Song

Chapter 1: The New Kid

Brianna's P.O.V.

I wake up to my normal alarm clock: 6:00 A.M. I dreaded school with a passion. The bad part is that it's the first day back from our two week fall break. Even worse, it was a Black Day. Our school has block sceduling, so we have four classes one day, and four the next, which is a Gold Day, and they switch off. (Our school colors are black and gold.)

My Black classes are Spanish 1, Study Hall with the Biology teacher, Mr. Harris, Algebra, then Geography. I hated Spanish and Algebra. My favorite was Study Hall. We mainly goof-off, but we still get homework done. My Spanish teacher hated our class. Half of us were eighth graders, and the junior high students are obnoxious. Algebra was Algebra, and everyone knows how that is. Geography was okay. Our class is just too big.

My Gold classes consist of Preparing for College and Careers, English, Chorus, then Biology. I love my PC&C teacher, English is fun, Choir can be fun, and Biology is my second favorite class.

I roll out of bed, put on my black square/rectangle glasses, and slide on red skinny jeans, my Green Day "American Idiot" shirt, and my black Converse One Star. I straightened my long brown hair, and put on some eyeliner and mascara.

 The bus comes at 6:50 in the morning, so it gives me time to sit and listen to music.

I sit in the seat in front of my friend, Brandon Medlock, who says, "I heard we're having a new kid." I nod and said, "Cool." Oh boy. I was always hoping there would be a new freshman who was a guy and was cute who was also kind.

 We get to school, and I meet up with my best friends, Autumn Finch and Hannah Hudson. "Guys," I said, "I heard we're having a new freshman." Autumn and Hannah almost flip (in the good way), and Hannah says, "I hope he likes bands and Doctor Who." Autumn nods and says, "Same."

I walk down to the Spanish room and leave my stuff in there so I don't have to carry it around for another fifteen minutes. I find Hannah and Autumn by the English room, which was their first class.

Our principal, Mr. Albert, starts walking down the hallway with a kid I haven't seen before. He was tall, but not too tall, and slim. He had a My Chemical Romance "Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge" shirt on with black skinnies and black Converse. As they come closer, I pat Autumn and Hannah on their arms and say, "I think that's him." They turn and see him and immediately blush. "He looks like a Frerard baby," Autumn says.

 Mr. Albert comes to us and says, "Hey Lawrence! Finch! Just the people I was looking for. I need you to show Brendan around. Hannah, you're needed in Mrs. Stockton's room for a sec." We all nod, and Hannah goes to Mrs. Stockton's room, which was right across the hall, while Autumn and I lead Brendan around our small school.

 Brendan did look like the Gerard Way and Frank Iero offspring. He had hazel--almost green--eyes and dark brown hair. He was pale, but not ghostly pale. Brendan looked about 5'7", and he was skinny, but toned. There was a hole in his lip where he had a piercing. School rules are that you can't have any visible piercings besides ear piercings.

 "So this is your English room," Autumn says. "By the way I'm Autumn and that's Brianna, but you can just call her BB. Either one works." I butt in. "You can call me anything except Bree or Briauna." He nods, and I say, "Lemme see your schedule." Brendan hands me the piece of paper with his school information on it. For Black Days, it's Spanish 1, Mr. Harris's Study Hall, English, and Biology. For Gold Days, it's Preparing for College and Careers, World History, Chorus, then Algebra 1. "We have Spanish, Study Hall, Preparing for College and Careers, and Chorus together," I say. Autumn says, "We only have Study Hall and Chorus together." Brendan nods, and we continue to walk around.

As soon as we finish, the five minute bell rings, signaling that we have five minutes to get to our first block class.

Brendan and I walk into Spanish, and he sits at the empty desk in the back where our teacher, Mrs. Braune, told him to sit.

 The bell rings, and everyone's already in their seats, except the people who were doing board work. Some people were talking, and Mrs. Braune says, "If you're going to talk, stay out in the hallway." I look at Brendan, who is terrified.

Class drags on, and we review by doing a thing where Mrs. Braune says, "Si tú eres..." which means "If you are..." Then she'll say something descriptive.

 "Si tú eres moreno o morena levantense," she said, which means if you are dark headed, brunette, etcetera, stand up. Moreno is the masculine, morena is the feminine. I stood up, along with other people in that class. Brendan stood up as well, so I guessed that he took Spanish at his old school.

The bell finally rang, and Mrs. Braune says, "Make good choices." She says this at the end of every class.

Brendan meets up with me, and asks, "Study Hall is next, right?" His voice was deep, but not really deep. It was similar to Frank Iero's.

I nod and said, "Yep, along with every high schooler." He nods and says, "I hope Mr. Harris is cool." I say, "He is. Trust me."