Bloodlines

Every Cloud Has a Brass Lining

I clutched to a small armful of my sketch pad, notebook, and colored pencils, trying to avoid the swarming mass of high school students on my way to the front office. It was actually closer and easier to find than I would have thought, considering the map I had was grainy and in want of updating. "Good morning, sugar pie!" The receptionist chirped at me, and I must've given some kind of answer because she smiled and continued, "What can I help you with?" 'Uhmm, yeah. Can I get some of whatever you're on?' I thought sarcastically to myself before I attempted something of a friendly smile, "I'm the new transfer student, Serenity Ashford. I was hoping to get my schedule and maybe a student guide." I literally cringed as I spouted the lines my mother made me rehearse.
I was blinded by her artificially whitened teeth once more as she gushed over how much I'd just adore being a student here. After the woman handed me my schedule and different forms that needed signed, I'm sure she adored my suggestion to ease up on the blood-of-angry-men lipstick, lest it turn her sparkling teeth pink.

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I sighed as I finally navigated my way out to the hallway just in time for.. Third period- which, after a glance at my schedule, appeared to be advanced english. 'Well, there's a non-sarcastic plus,' I mused to myself as I made my way towards what I hoped was Mr. Kenias's room B205. I rather enjoyed literature.
Suddenly, a guy wearing an old, dark red hoodie thundered past me, shoving me roughly to the side of the hall. My papers and colored pencils went flying, scattering all over the cracked linoleum floor. "Hey, simpleton! Watch where you're going!" I called after him. I think I may have gotten a soft 'sorry,' thrown over his shoulder, but I can't be sure. Grumbling inventive obscenities, I picked myself up and collected my stuff before I set off yet again. 'Who was that guy?' I wondered, then shook my head in distaste. 'Whoever he is, he needs to be more considerate of people about to die.'

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A short while later found me scowling at the wooden door of B205. I knocked twice loudly, only half hoping I'd been heard. The door swung open, crushing the idea that I could just walk home, then I looked who had answered it.
He was tall, and that's not just coming from a five foot female; he was tall. His somewhat-long hair was a chocolatey brown, as were his eyes; which stared at me blankly before he declared, "Oh, you're the new transfer student! Serenity, right?" The man smiled warmly.
"Yeah, but I'm called Sage. Are you Mr. Kenias?" I asked.
He chuckled. "Yes I am! Why don't you come on in and introduce yourself to the class?" Mr. Kenias suggested.
He must've caught the way I'd instantly blanched, since he then backtracked. "Or I could do the introductions for you?... If... You'd like, that is," Mr. Kenias offered haltingly as I nodded gratefully and made my way inside, ignoring the stares I knew I'd get.