First Day Of Regret
-Skylar-
I woke up to the loud sound of my alarm clock. It was the first day of junior year.
Whoop Dee-fucking-do
My older brother, Patrick, left me pancakes on the table with a small note.
- Had to go to the airport early, Sky. Have fun at school! Can't wait to hear all about it when I get home! You better tell me who you fantasize about ~Patrick
I shoved the pancakes down my throat, and looked at the clock.
Well, fuck. I thought. I only have half an hour until my first year of hell. I threw out the remaining pancakes on the plate and ran back upstairs to get dressed.
I threw on a grey sweater, dark blue tights and a pair of black Vans. I stuffed every textbook I had bought the day before into my back before running to the bathroom, brush my teeth and tried to style my hair. I tried to put it in a neat braid but I failed miserably.
Ah screw it, I had no time. I ran out the door and walked to school. But of course, I yelled to my mother 'bye' like I meant it.
The minute I stepped into the building, the bell rang.
"Late on the first day. What a great way to boost your reputation, Sky. Just what you fucking need." I said to myself.
I dragged my feet to the front of a door with a sign reading 'General Office'.
"Hello? My name is Skylar, Skylar Stump. I-I'm new here." I said shyly to the lady at the desk.
"Oh yes, sweet heart. Here's your schedule." I took the thin piece of paper from her hand and stared at it. History first, I thanked her and headed to room 322.
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Finally it was lunch. Not that there's anything to be excited for anyways. It's not like I had friends or anything.
Since all the seats were taken, I decided to have my lunch in one of toilet cubicles, hoping no one would find me, a loser, sitting on a toilet bowl while eating a sandwhich.
Since lunch was almost over, I looked at my schedule. Chemistry. "Fucking hell." I muttered to myself.
I hated chemistry but at least its the last period of the day. The bell finally rang and I dragged myself to The Chem Lab.
I walked in and everyone started to stare at me. This has been happening all day and I'm really sick of it. I rolled my eyes and took a seat at the back.
"Hey everyone! How was your weekend?" The teacher walked in. He had black hair. He was wearing a white long sleeved shirt, a black vest, a stripped tie, black paints, topped off with some white converse. His eyes traveled over to me and smiled widely.
"So you must be the new student! Skylar, right?" He exclaimed. I nodded my head shyly in response.
"No need to be shy! I won't bite. I'm Mr. Way." He beamed while sticking his hand out for me to shake. I stared at his hand for a moment and then lightly shook it, while giving him a small smile.
He ran a hand through his hair before starting class. During the whole class, I kept my eyes on the clock, not ever taking my eyes away.
It was my first day and I already hate it. No one even bothered to reach out to me. It's just like my old school.
The minute the bell rang, I grabbed my backpack and briskly walked to the door.
"Wait, Skylar, hold up!" Mr. Way came after me. Great. Just great.
"Are you okay? You barely spoke in class. I know it's your first day but I would want you to open up a bit, at least. I promise you, there's nothing to worry about." He smiled. I decided to just lie.
"I'm sorry Mr. Wa-"
"Please call me Gerard. You don't need to be so formal after class." He said, a faint smirk appearing on his lips.
"I'm sorry, Gerard. I-I just didn't understand the lesson." I said while stretching out his name. Gerard. Yep, now that's fun to say.
"Well why didn't you say something? I would be more than happy to help you." No, no, no this isn't what I wanted.
"No, I'm okay. I just need to look over my notes." Yeah, the ones I didn't write.
I didn't even wait for a response before running out of the classroom. Why can't he just be like normal teachers and leave me alone?
People stared at me as I ran down the hallway, making remarks. I just kept running, I needed to get out of here.
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I laid on my bed, not even bothering to do my homework. Why can't I fit in anywhere I go? It's like people swarm the moment I walk into a room.
A single tear fell down my cheek, I quickly wiped it away and buried my face into my pillow.
This was gonna be a long school year...
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