A human high schooler transfers from his old school, Rock Bottom, to Volcano High, which is a school populated majorly by Saurians.
Who's to say how he'll adjust, but you know what they say about rock bottom...
"There's nowhere left to go, but up."
A dark-skinned human male sits on the train traveling to the city where his new school will be. He distracts himself with his phone, texting an online friend of eight years.
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Wait. Why am I narrating my own damn story?
My name is Drake Harrow. As of tomorrow, I'll be enrolling in a new school.
Volcano High.
Why? I don't know you like that. Mind your own business.
*BZZZM!*
Looking back at my phone, there's another text.
Mia: VB, huh? We should meet up some time, bestie.
Right. She did say she lived out here. She's got a boyfriend though, that'd be weird.
Drake: Maybe, if school doesn't kick my ass first.
Mia: As if. Your head's too big.
What a backward ass compliment.
The train passes a large sign saying, "Welcome to Volcadera Bluffs!", just before it stops at the station.
I grab my shit, the rolling suitcase and the backpack on my back, and take off as the doors open. The cold night air whips my face, greeting me with its icy middle finger.
Good thing I wore my thicker clothes, it's fucking freezing out here. The bus rolls up not a second after I step onto the station platform. I wish I was this lucky back home...
Paying my way on and taking a seat near the front, I begin tapping my foot. It sounds completely random, but I'm trying to find a rhythm.
*BZZZM!*
Mia: If anybody gives you shit, tell me. I'll raise hell.
With Mia's interruption, I laugh a bit and give up my metronomic folly to answer her.
Drake: You're crazy. Thanks, Mia.
Mia: Damn right. Okay, teacher's giving me looks. Gotta go.
Putting my phone away, I let out a tired sigh and lean my head against the back of my seat. I let my head limply face the window, watching the street lights fly by like red hot bullets...
Can't wait be to be the circus freak here too.
The driver calling the name of my stop put life back in my body as I grabbed by stuff and got off.
