All Is Hell, In The Afton Family.

01

The breeze ran down his spine. He took a slow breath out, looking at the school in front of him, the structure of the building was like a castle. It was his first time being in an American school.

At first he wasn't too thrilled to leave all his friends behind. But after a while it'd be for the better, none of them were too kind to him either way. They had to move for my fathers job. And he thought Utah would be the best place to come, so here they are.

Michael looks back at his fathers, Mercury Station Wagon drive off as his 7 year old, younger sister, Elizabeth, waves at him through the window, as the car drives off. His mother didn't say bye or wait for Michael to enter the building like most parents would.

He looked down, and started to shake. Biting on his inner cheek, causing it to bleed. He hated change. Despised it. That's why his parents had told him a year before they actually moved. It was thoughtful, but wasn't really helpful as he was standing alone, in front of a school with a thousand kids.

He brings his foot up slowly as he begins to walk into the building, when he finally gets to the office after wandering around the building like a fool. "Hello, do you need something?" A lady with blonde hair asked him from behind the counter. He stared at her button up white shirt, not being able to look her in the eyes. "I'm new." He said it quite loudly, so he didn't have to repeat himself.

She nods, getting up. He slowly follows her movements with his curious filled eyes. She knocks on a door and opens it. "Mr. Conner, I believe the new students here."

She says leaning forward against the door. Still holding onto the door knob. "Let the boy and his parents in." The man in the office says in a rather loud tone. She looks back at Michael which causes him to quickly avert his gaze from her. She looks back at him giving an awkward smile. "Ah, uh, it's only him."

She opens the door, gesturing to him to walk in. While Michael waits for him, the man in the office gestures at him. He nods at Michael, raising an eyebrow.Giving that as the sign, he walks in and stands at the door frame. While the lady walks away back to her desk. "You're Terrance, correct?"

He asks, Michael stares out the window behind him. "Michael., I go by Michael." He says, and the man mumbles and nods. "Okay,.. Michael.. We have your schedule. You should fit in right away since this year is only a month in."

He says with a joyful tone, and smiles. Michael looks into his eyes for a second, giving him a cold expression. It was too early to be so smiley. Michael hums in response, looking away while he scratches his elbow awkwardly.

They hear the door open, Michael slightly turns his head to see a black haired boy. He was tall, maybe, 5 '10. Broad shoulders, and he looked mixed. He had dark blue eyes. "Aye, Mr. Conner. Can I get a pass back to class?" He said, in a deep tone.

His expression was hard to read. He leaned into the room. He had on the school uniform, but it was lacking things. Such as the jacket being buttoned and the tie was nowhere on him. "Noah, we are keeping you here to discuss what happened."

He said in a cold tone. Putting his hands on his lap. Noah rolls his eyes. Walking in the room, he glances down at Michael, then looks back up at the principal. "You said that hours ago." Noah grimaces. Michael stares at his face, staring at him with a tired look. Did he really have nothing else better to do than disrepute Michaels' time? "20 minutes ago, Noah."

looks back down at Michael. "Who're you?" He says with a grimace. Michael looked at him then looked away, causing him to scoff. "Whatever kid," He says looking back at the man at the desk. "Fix your outfit." He glaring at Noah. "Too lazy." He shrugs, crossing his arms.

"You were doing so good without getting in trouble Noah. What happened?" The man said, pinching his nose. Noah's brows furrowed. "Kids are annoying." He said. "Can I just get to class, I'd rather not listen to you two bicker for another 10 minutes." Michael interjected.

They both were wasting his time when he could be sleeping in a classroom by now. "Your voice is annoying, don't speak. I could really care less about what you want." Noah says with a neutral tone. Michael tried to look up at his face but ended up staring at his clothes.

The principal sighs, standing up and putting his hands on his desk. "Okay Noah, go back to class. I'll pull you when I'm ready to speak to you." The principal says writing a pass. Noah turns back. "I don't need the pass, I only have 10 minutes left, I'll just skip this period."

When the principal looked up to deny Noah's thoughts, Noah had already walked out. So he flopped back down on his seat and sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. Letting out a long, loud breath escape his mouth. "Gosh, that boy sometimes is too much to handle." He says looking back up at me.

"He acts entitled." Michael pointed out, looking at the man's nose. Trying to be polite and acting like he was looking into his eyes. The principal shakes his head. "The Miller siblings don't exactly act entitled, they don't care for others. So that causes them to act out, it's not really their fault they can't control it." That comment alone causes suspicion in Michael, he raises an eyebrow. And looked back down at the wooden chair next to him.

What does he exactly mean by it's not their fault, if they don't care for others? That makes them sound worse if they don't have a regard for others feelings. His brows furrow. Quickly he shakes his head trying not to think of his rude actions.

"Yeah. Can I get my schedule? I'll do fine." He asks, glancing up at him for a second. He nods, opening a door and handing Michael a small piece of paper, with his classroom numbers and locker number and code. He softly hums reading it. "Thanks, I'll go to my 2nd period."

He walks into class and the teacher looks up at Michael from his paperwork. Michael glanced around the room, to check out what everyone was doing. The teacher gets up and walks over to Michael, which he walked painfully slowly. "You're Terrance, correct?" Michael gives a low hum in response, not looking at him. "Michael,"

"...Yeah, okay.. Go find an empty seat. I'll get you some work, just answer as best as you can. It's not for a grade." He tells Michael. Michael nods, still not facing the man. Michael looks around the class. There was a seat at the back of the class and a seat away was a girl with black hair, bright green eyes with olive skin. She was very pretty, and looked kind.

Michael walked over and sat a seat away from her, twirling his pen between fingers, staring up at the chalk board that talked about the Tudor period. The teacher slides a paper on Michael's desk and walks away, without muttering a word. "How many years did Elizabeth I reign?.." Michael repeats the question aloud, chewing on the bottom of his pen, tapping it on his bottom lip.

"Her reign lasted about 45 years." He hears a voice say, He perks up and looks over to see the black haired girl staring at him. He felt my cheeks heat up, he looked away to avoid her noticing. "Thanks.." Michael mumbles. She chuckles, "I can help you if you'd like." She tells him. Michael shakes his head, looking back over at her. "It's fine, it's not worth a grade anyway.." he says looking back at his history paper. "Yeah but we get to use it on our test tomorrow."

He looks back over at her. That could be helpful. A smile tugs on his lips. "Then yes, I could use some help." She smiles brightly. Getting up and sitting in the seat next to him. Michael looks at her, "Hm?" She hums looking at him with a soft smile, he shakes his head giving her a soft smile. "Nothing.... Nothing at all.."

She nods, looking back down at his paper. Pointing to answer D, with the eraser of her pencil. "There," Michael nods as he circles D. And they move onto the text question.