The Right, The Wrong and Us

Part Four- The Right, The Wrong and Us

So I've changed the name of the story, and a new cover is coming soon. What do you think? I prefer the new one obviously, but your opinion please? :) So I know my updates are pretty sporadic right now, but I have just had some crazy week of exams, and after tomorrow I only have one left so everything wil get back to normal. If you enjoy this story... Comment, Vote, Fan,  Recommend ... Now Read!! xD

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Hot. It was too hot. I gasped for air that didn’t come and it was like the heat just increased. Hastily, I bolted upright, I stared around my pitch black room each breath was shallow and my head was pounding. Nightmares. Back home either Grant, or Melanie, or my ‘friends’ kept me busy.  But here, there were no distractions, not even a roommate.

Maybe Declan might be a welcome companion, but I’d known him just under week so, probably not. I turned on my iPod to check the time, only to see it was only 4:17. With just under 3 hours before I needed to even be awake, I sat on my bed, head in hands, trying to sort my head maybe get some sleep. After 20 minutes I realised there was no way I was getting anymore sleep, so I stood up, putting on a shirt over my bare body, grabbing my jeans and my black air forces, then stood there like an idiot.

Where the hell was I going at this time of the night? Unknowingly I found myself staring in the mirror. I wasn’t exactly short, just shy of 6 ft, but hey I only just turned sixteen, I’m still growing. It worked for the girls back at my old school so boy, I wasn’t complaining.

As I continued to effectively check myself out (yes, I’m not afraid to admit that I do that), I found myself absent-mindedly stroked the top of the scar which ran from the beginning of my shoulder to just about the middle of my back. Anger and a hint of fear rippled through me. The memory scratched at the surface, but I supressed it. I’ve moved on. We’re all different people now.

Snapped out of thought by the ringing of my alarm, I checked the time to find it was ten to seven. How had I spent 2 hours in front of a mirror? C’mon, that’s just not possible. I shrugged of my clothes and headed to my bathroom. Maybe I should actually put some effort in today. Today, people were gonna meet Seth Aaron Daley.

‘I, am gonna sit here today. Bye’ I stood over a guy who didn’t exactly fit the stereotype of a nerd, pretty muscular, slightly shorter than me though. He tried to hold his ground, but faltered after a while and moved, cursing under his breath. Smugly I got comfortable in the seat and waited for this history lesson to begin. The teacher called me to the front to introduce myself, and I stood in front of a class of, to put it lightly, morons.

‘I’m Seth. Thank you and goodbye.’ I walked back to my seat and slouched, returning the dirty glare that the teacher gave me.

By lunch I had a group of people following me about. Not in like a majorly obsessive way, but enough for it to be creepy. Forfeiting lunch today, I headed to Declan’s table. But it seemed they were planning to leave

‘Hey, Seth man, we’re going to my dorm room; just gonna jam before lessons, you in?’

‘Yeah yeah, why not.’ We turned around and headed to Declan’s room, it was like a little party about 15 people crammed into the room. Then again it was a pretty big room.

‘Aye guys, you know Seth right, new kid. Year 11’

Nods, grunts and grins filled the room in acknowledgement and everyone just found their own spot in the room to relax and basically stuff their faces.

‘So, are all you guys sixth formers then?’ they all looked about the same age, but I didn’t know.

‘Nah. Nate, Dylan, Tom, Kieran, and Kai over there are all year 11s, and little Jace over there is only year Ten. N’awwww’ he reached over and pinched Jace’s cheeks mockingly, who in return slapped Declan’s hands away with a scowl on his face,