I wake up very startled by the sound of my alarm. Ugh, I have to go to school. A new school. In the middle of the year. I shut it off and groan as I get out of bed. My fit today was black combat boots, black skinny jeans, a black top, and a red ribbon I tied around my neck, along with some necklaces and some random bracelets. I put on my red and black hair extensions, along with my beanie. I did some quick eyeliner and red eyeshadow and drew an x below my eye. Try to guess my esthetic. I grabbed my messenger bag, which had my school supplies. I went downstairs and realized my mom had already gone to work, so I continued to walk out the door. The school is about a 10-minute walk, but I wish it were longer.
I go through the front entrance and see some kids side-eye me, which I'm used to. I take out my schedule and take a look.
Homeroom
Math
English
Art
Lunch
History
Science
Music
Each class was 45 minutes, homeroom was 10, and lunch was 30. I walked down the hall until I found the homeroom number. I opened the door and saw about 25 other kids gathered around, talking and doing stupid shit.
"Hello, you must be Miss L/N. My name is Mrs. Thomas and I'll be your homeroom teacher this year. Please take a seat wherever you like,"
"Thanks," I say and sit down in the back. She seems nice.
She walks out the door to do something, I guess, and not much later a boy comes in. I didn't notice him until some jerk pushed him, causing him to drop his books and everyone laughing. He picked up his books and didn't seem too fazed by it like it was a regular occurrence, which was wrong. He walked over and sat next to me since all the other seats were taken. He had brown eyes and spiked black hair. He wore black skinny jeans, a short-sleeved white button-down shirt, and a striped tie, which showed off his tattoos. He sat down and fidgeted with his hands. He looked scared and I felt bad for the kid.
"Why do you let them do that to you?" I asked.
He looks at me surprised that someone's talking to him. "I don't know, they've always been like that, and I was just lucky I was just to push this time," He looks back down.
I mean, I know what that's like, but I've become stronger since. I can't let people hurt me.
He looks back up. "Wait I don't think I've seen you before,"
"I just moved here, I'm Y/N," I put my hand out.
"I'm Remington," he says, shaking my hand. The bell rings and everybody gets up to go to the first period.
"Wait, what class do you have next?" he asks.
"Math, I think," I say pulling out my schedule.
"You have the same schedule as me!" Remington smiled.
"Guess you'll have to show me around,"
We get up and he leads us to our next class. We sat next to each other throughout the next classes and talked about ourselves. I learned that he has a younger brother, Emerson, who is a sophomore. I'll get to meet him at lunch. He also has an older brother, Sebastian, and they're all in a band called Kropp Circle because that was their last name.
I told him how I moved a lot because of my mom's job and how we're also both really into music, and massive MCR fans. I showed him a couple of my sketches and he said that Emerson loves to draw, and then I'll have to show him.
