Alex's P.O.V
It was the first day of school which was not good news for me because I absolutely hated school. I struggled in one subject only. It's always been my weakest subject ever since I entered high school. The thing is at my school this was mandatory. Either you learn to play some kind of instrument, you sing, or you take art class. You had to choose two of them. I'm a senior this year which i am very thankful for.
Since I suck at drawing I chose learning an instrument and singing. Our school is weird nobody chooses to sing. Very few sing and the rest choose art and instruments. Even though I was sort of struggling I was decent at both of them. I was better at singing than playing the instrument that I chose which was the drums.
I was on my way to school right now dressed in a Crown The Empire shirt and black skinny jeans with my black converse. I had on my back, my black Jansport backpack that I just bought this year because you can never have too many backpacks. I was at least five minutes away from the school which is good for me because I always liked to be early.
I got my schedule a few days ago and already have memorized it. Some people may call it over achieving but I don't really care because I would rather know what classes I have before hand.
I get up to the doors and open them going to the library. Before school you can either go to the library or wait in the cafeteria. I always choose the library because it is way too loud in the cafeteria. I usually just sit in there and play on my phone or listen to music In the corner.
I walked into the library and the librarian is in there making sure all the books are in the order they're supposed to be. She sees me and smiles at me. I was the only one besides a few others that actually came in there in the mornings. I went back to the place where I have sat for the past three years and sit down in the bean bag chair that just so happens to be the only one.
I pull out my phone and scroll through Instagram and Tumblr until it's time I should get ready to go because the bell will ring any second. I walk out of the library and wait out side of it until the bell rings. A few seconds after I step outside the bell finally rings. I walk as fast I can to my locker to put my lunch in there and head off to my first class which is unfortunately Math. It's the worst to have in the morning.
I walk into the door to see Mrs. Evans already sitting at her desk and me being the only student in the classroom. Probably because I'm always so early. It comes in handy most of the time. I sit down and Mrs. Evans finally looks up from what she was doing and smiles at me.
"Hello, Alex." She says politely. I just smile back and pull out my note book with a blank piece of paper.
Out of the corner of my eye I see a few more people come into the classroom and sit down. I stare up at the white board. A few minutes later everyone was in and the bell rang as soon as everyone got in. Mrs. Evans started handing out books and everything else we needed.
*Time Skip to lunch*
It was finally lunch and it was my least favorite part of the day because I don't really have any friends. I only talk to one person but I can't really call them much of a friend.
I got to my locker and grab my food because I absolutely hate school food. I walk into the cafeteria and sit at the table that's in the corner so no one will bother me. I pull out my phone and plug my headphones in. I Put my music on shuffle and pull out my food. I get through eating my sandwhich and some one comes up to the table. I look up to see that it's Jordan.
He's the one person that I wouldn't exactly consider my friend but is the only one that will talk to. I mean he's really nice and everything but the only problem is he only sits with me at lunch then his other friends drag him away. I pause my music and take my headphones out giving him a small smile.
YOU ARE READING
Mr. Stump // Patrick Stump
FanfictionI never knew what exactly happiness was ever since my mom passed away. She left me with an abusive step father while my actual dad is off somewhere doing who knows what. I never knew what it felt like to be loved either ever since she went. That was...