I spent the rest of the day in my new room trying to get used to it. The room was a lot bigger than my old room but it didn't feel as good as the one I had. There no homey feel to it and I've never exactly left home, not even for a camping trip. I love my home and now I need to live in a new one. I might get kicked out of school in a matter of weeks, days even and after the incident at the gym, I'm pretty sure I'm not going to stay here for long. In the school of geniuses, there's always one dumbass, and I'm pretty sure it's me.
My new roommate didn't stay for long, as I was unpacking she grabbed a leather jacket from one of the hangers and put it on. "Gotta go, new kid." And slammed the door.
I was left alone in a half empty room without a guide or anyone else. This school isn't as people friendly as what the fliers said. Then again, I believed fliers. I continued unpacking and quickened my pace so that I could finally get out of this unknown space. It took about 15 minutes for me to customize my side of the room. It looked nice, the cupboards were filled with little knick-knacks that I brought along and a few of my favorite novels which are mostly fiction. The walls are hanged with posters of motivational quotes and I liked it. I can finally feel a bit of home here. I walked away satisfied with my work and then decided to take a bath since it was already four in the afternoon.
I wore a white tee and jeans then I made my way to the main building. Lessons were over an hour ago at around five and since I just got here, I got the privilege of skipping a few classes on my first day. I walked along the empty hallway, wandering where everyone might be. The lights are surprisingly dim, considering the amount of electricity taken for this school every month, massive. Maybe they're in the cafeteria eating or maybe they're in their dorms. I thought as I walked along the empty hallway alone. The loneliness gave me chills so I decided to go the cafeteria, partially to meet other people whom are not ghosts and also my stomach is begging for food. "Oh, why not.." I exhaled.
The hallways were like mazes. You couldn't just get to your destination with one try. You would always find dead ends or other destinations which aren't yours. I got lost twice, where I had to turn right I turned left and when I needed to just go straight I decided to turn left. There was a map though and I was glad I found it because if I hadn't, I'd still be wandering inside the maze I couldn't see. My feet limped from the long walk and I have been accustomed to getting lost here that I didn't the cafeteria was right there in front of me. I just need to open the door and get in. So I did.
I always imagined Arlington being the quiet, formal, mannered school but I was wrong. As I opened the door, I could hear shouting and loud laughter and could see boys standing at benches and throwing things at each other. Typical. I walked towards the stand, hoping there'd be any food left so I could fill up my empty stomach when suddenly, a coke bottle flew past my face.
"Woo hoo!! Catch Ben!" A guy said and I had to dodge the coke bottle so that it flew to this guy Ben. I didn't bother staying to wait for an apology but the guy who caught the bottle stood up and tapped my hand which startled me a bit.
"Hey, you okay?" The guy (I supposed is Ben) said. He looked at me with his furrowed eyebrows and yet at the time, I was so pissed that I didn't notice the concerned look on his face. I pulled away my arm from his grip and I could see he looked hurt from my actions. Good.
"Hell no." I answered. "You're given legs for something, walk next time!" I shouted as I walked away. Half of the people there stared at me and I didn't bother staring at them back. I was so pissed that I ran out of the cafeteria without even getting any food.
I ran to the hallways and disappeared on one of the corners. Arlington had not been what I always hoped for.
Maybe I was being emotional but when you're having a bad day it is often that mood swings happen. Or maybe I just missed home, I missed my old school, my family. I missed Arizona.
"Whoa, blondie's here homesick."
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Target : Prodigy (DISCONTINUED)
General FictionWhen you were told as a child to hide your talents to keep your safety and well-being, you would do it. My parents had always said not to stand out in a community or society. Hide your wit, hide everything that makes you special. I didn't understand...
