Dear diary go fuck yourself

Stanley

Moving sucked.
You had to leave everything you knew behind and suck it up as you're pushed into unknown territory.
You have to make new friends, possibly start new hobbies, new house layout, don't know where any stores are or any good places to hangout are.
Basically what I'm trying to say is moving is like having everything you've ever known thrown out a window and run over with a bulldozer.
And low and behold, I'm moving as I'm telling you this.
You see after a certain... incident in my family my mum found it best if we all moved away to get our mind off of what happened and start fresh.
The thing is I think she reckons all of us are just somehow going to forget what happened, that everything will go back to being the way it was and I think dad wants to believe that too. But it's not going to happen. Nothing will ever go back to being that way. Moving house is just going to make that less likely.
I've finished putting all of my belongings around my room so to take a break I rush up and belly flop into my bed, face first into the pillow.
I take a deep breath in and groan loudly instead of exhaling.
Tomorrow's the first day of a new school, I don't remember the name and frankly I don't really care about it.
Another shitty school in another shitty town.
Just what I needed.
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I walk out of the kitchen after eating some breakfast, most important meal of the day am I right.
I'm joking, I don't care about that shit.
I wave to my mum halfheartedly, she's sitting on the couch watching TV, but she's distant, her eyes aren't really focused on what's going on in the show.
I sigh sadly and head out the shutting behind me with a loud *bang*.
Time for school, what a fucking joke, that place is basically just a child prison that we've been sentenced 12 years of.
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Im walking at a decently fast pace when I hear a yell from behind me.
I wince at the sudden noise and cringe as I turn around.
I see a guy with short curly brown hair jogging up to me. This guy looks like a total freak show, either that or a very enthusiastic bisexual. I'm not being rude. I'm gay. It'd be cool if he was in the community as well, at least that'd mean the town isn't completely homophobic.
"Um... hi?"
He catches up to me and gives me a bright smile.
"I haven't seen you around before!" He states.
"Yeah... I just moved here" I say shrugging.
"That's cool, yeah... uhh, so what made you want to move here."
I laugh, it's obviously fake.
"For the new fresh air, I guess" I smirk at him.
"Nice joke, what's your name"
"(Y/n)", I bluntly state.
"Nice to meet you (y/n), the names Stanley Barber" he extends a hand for me to shake, I look down at it and back up him. I keep walking, ignoring his hand.
"Ok, not one for handshakes, that's good know." He replies awkwardly scratching the back of his neck.
We walk in silence until we get to the school.
"This is my stop."
"No way mine too!" He beams.
"Whoopty-fuckin-doo" I roll my eyes trying to speed walk away from the kid but he matches my pace.
I decide to slow down, no point in tiring myself out for nothing.
"What class do you have?"
"No idea, I need to go get my schedule from the office." I shrug.
"Neat, I'll go with!" He puts his arm around my shoulder, I glare it him, he doesn't move.
I give up.
This kid is very persistent with being my friend.
I open the office door and it hits the opposing wall with a loud thud. Whoops didn't mean to swing it that hard.
The office lady stares at me in utter disbelief.
"(Y/N) (L/N), can I have my schedule?"
She's still just staring at me.
"Uh... please?"
Nothing.
Stanley clicks his finger in front of her face.
She blinks a few times before coming to her senses.
"Oh yes dear, I'm very sorry about that."
"No problem."
She hands me my schedule and before I can check it properly, Stanley's already reading it over my shoulder.
He's smiling widely.
"We're in the same home group!"
Oh no. I have to spend the whole year in a class with this guy.
I groan, we have science first period.
I go to put all my stuff away when I realise I forgot to ask which locker I had.
I swiftly turn on my heel bursting into the office again.
"What locker do I have."
The office lady looks bewildered.
"Locker 174 Miss. (l/n)"
"Thanks."
I'm silently praying that's nowhere near Stanley's locker.
Stanley says "see ya later" when we have to part ways to get to out lockers. I do a small fist bump to myself, it's the small victories, you know?
I put all my books and other belonging into my locker and grab what I need for my first two classes. It was Science aaaaand... English.
I silently walk to my class not trying to draw attention to myself, I arrive and sit somewhere along the back row.
Once everyone has arrived (or what I'm assuming to be everyone), the teacher walks in.
I make direct eye contact with the teacher. She better not.
"Class we have a new student joining us today, (y/n) (l/n) would you like to introduce yourself to the class?"
I roll my eyes for about the 8th time today, "Miss, I'm pretty sure you just introduced me to class for me so I see no need to do it myself." I smirk slightly, she gives me a harsh look.
The class gives a small chuckle at my statement.
"Ok, I see, anyway today in class we're looking at..." I zone out for a bit, looking around the class.
No one of interest so fa-
I spoke too soon.
A gorgeous red head in casual clothing sat on the left side of the middle row.
Holy crap I'm so gay.
I'm literally a raging homosexual this girl is stunning.
If only I weren't so awkward.
It's like she senses me staring cause she turns around and we make direct eye contact. Shit.
I swiftly avert my gaze to just past her and pretend I'm looking out the window. Real smooth.
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It's lunch time now, I sit on a table by myself.
Buuut not for long, Stanley comes up to me, sitting way too close for my liking.
"Soooo, hows life?"
"Fucked"
He dully nods, "right, ok"
I zone out thinking about that girl.
Maybe Stanley knows her.
"Hey Stan?"
"Yeah?"
"Do you know who that girl with the red hair in out class is?"
He gives me a confused look, "well I've never talked to her (yet), but her names Sydney, why did you want to know?"
I blush lightly, Sydney, that's a great name, it really suits her.
I jolt out of my trance, "no reason, she just seems like a cool chick."
I daze off thinking about her, god I really need to have a proper conversation with this girl.
I have it set that tomorrow, at lunch, I'm going to talk to her.
I'll probably pussy out knowing me though.
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The school day ends and Stanley insists on driving me home.
"Isn't your house before mine?"
"Yes but I'd still like to drive you home, my treat!"
"Fine." It's a free ride...
"Wait didn't you walk here with me?"
He stops in his tracks and I hear him curse under his breath.
"Umm, I guess I'll walk you home then!" He chuckles slightly and ends it off with a big sigh.
"Right, lets start walking then."
He looks mildly shocked that I accepted, but walks next to me non the less.
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We arrive at my place, we exchange goodbyes and part ways, he turns back towards me and gives me a very over done wave, I give a small wave back and walk into my house, plopping my bag next to the door and rushing to room so I can flop onto my bed.
I turn onto back with only one thing.. or well person on my mind.
Sydney.