ordinary.

chapter one

it was the first day of school, 8th grade for him, and rowan was not excited.
his mother was ecstatic, she had gotten gim up early that day with breakfast already on the table. they were having toast with orange juice and sliced up apple.
"good morning rowan" she said.
"mornin' ma"
"are you exited?" she said with enthusiasm
"yeah" rowan lied.
he sat down at the table while his mother smiled at him lovingly, with a happy look in her eyes. his mother was a lithe, towering women with fair ash brown hair that reached her shoulders, smoky eyes and cinnamon skin. the breakfast was delicious and he sat up and walked back to his room.
he put on something fitting with the warm warm weather and huminity, a pair of shorts, a simple yellow shirt and sneakers, wth socks that reached his mid calf.
he really didnt wanna go back to school, but, alas he had to make his mother happy and not cut anymore classes this year. so she didnt have more weight on her shoulders than she already had, she had so much to do with taking care of him, working and doing the chores around the house, even when he helped.
rowan grabbed his trapper keeper and slung the bag over his shoulder.
it was real hot out today, with the sun glaring down on the sidewalk. by the time rowan got to the bus stop he was already sweating buckets and his hair was sticking to his head. his shirt stuck to his stomach in the huminity. the wait for the bus was long and drawn out. the scorching sun of his back didnt help the fact that he dint wanna go there and see the people in that school at all.
breifly after he thought that and was about to start walking his way to school...
the bus finally pulled up, how the hell did he forget how fucking long it took for the bus to get there after this summer? after that the pandomonium finally started. rowans bus driver was a pot bellied man with greasy, greying hair, and wrinkled skin that was sheened with sweat. he stepped up and into the bus and then scanned the rows for an empty seat until he found one on the left in the middle of the bus.
he walked to it and sat down on the uncomfortable leather and put his knees up against the seat in front of him.
rowan watched the scenary pass by through the windows, which where very uncomfortable to set his head on because of the bolts and the bumping on the road.
rowan was right about to fall asleep when the bus lurched forward to a stop and so did he.
"agh!" rowan groaned when his head hit the deat infront of him with a sickening thud, he got over it pretty quickly though. they had pulled up to his school.
good old cardelia middle school, the worst place on earth. rowan got off the bus and watched it roll away before quickly walking into the building. he looked around until he spotted who he was looking for.
dorian callogero, one of his best friends, hed have to find the other one later.
dorian was a short, thin boy with mahogany colored skin, dark brown unruly hair and dark green doe eyes. they had met in the 3rd grade after dorian moved there from the city because of his fathers work and they had just...clicked, he guessed. the halls were full but rowan pushed his way to dorian and tapped him on the shoulder.
"boo!" rowan said as soon as dorian turned to see who is was. "wha-ahhh!" dorians question soon faded into a yell of surprise, then into a amirk when he saw rowan.
"whats up dude? you scared the shit out of me"
"and i dont regret it" he smirked and threw an arm around dorians shoulder.
"you're an evil bastard row" dorian chuckled and speed up, forcing rowan to run after him to his first class, first period math. the worst subject ever to be invented in the history of the universe, in the opinion of children all around the world, including rowan himself. as soon as he sat in his seat the dread of this hellhole sat in his stomach and he slumped down into the seat.
"hello, im mrs. vidalia, pull out your textbooks" mrs. vidalia said, her face was sunken in and she was wearing a tight lipped frown, it was obvious she didnt want to be there as much as the rest of them. their was only one student that looked like he wanted to be there, a short, skinny boy with brown hair, green eyes and beige skin.
the boy was sitting straight up in his seat with his hands in his lap. he was wearing school boy shorts, a button down with a blazer and a tie.
rowan got out his book and started to scribble down what the teacher was writing in a barely understandable thing he called english. the kid in school boy shorts hand writing, as he could clearly see right in front of him was neat and understandable. rowan looked up at the chock board again and wrote whatever it was on the page of his notebook. he felt the sudden urge to go to sleep, but tapped his foot to keep him awake and forced himself to keep writing.
the weight in his eyes made his shoulders slouch and head droup down onto his desk.
He'djust lay his head down for a little while. Rowan slowly closed his eyes and then he heard the teachers sharp voice interrupt his thoughtless brain.
"mr. valentino, are you sleeping in my class" mrs. vidalia chastized.
rowan jolted awake "no! no mam!" he exclaimed and the whole class laughed and whispered. he fought to keep his eyes open and tried to keep staring at the board.
today was going to be a long day...