30 Days in a Boarding School

Homeroom

"What the hell?" I felt cold tricks of water pouring down my face, and I yelled out "For God's sake Dad, it's 2 Am in the morning can't you just leave me alone--" I was cut off by a distinct laugh.

Still laughing, the voice said, "Oh, nephew, don't you remember you're at your Uncle's house now, I couldn't get you to wake up so I poured water on you," he laughed amused, "you're just like you're father, heavy sleeper."

"Whatever," I took the pail of hot water in his opposite hand and said, "Where's the shower?" 

My Uncle smiled, "On the right."

I walked past him, and entered the shower's, Great way to start the day, with a nice long shower. 

That lasted about a minute until the water started becoming cold and I forgot my towel.

I ran outside and grabbed something, to cover myself up.

Since the temperatures were below freezing, I just took whatever I saw in sight and wore, it. Right when I was finished I looked at myself in the mirror.

What the--

"Nephew, you are wearing you're uniform, nicely done, now take your breakfast and run to catch the bus, hurry you don't want to be late."

 He shoved me a plate of scrambled eggs, which looked more scrambled than eggs, the dish was filled with vegetables, like spinach and onions.

 I gagged. 

I ran to the bus and found myself throwing the dish out the window and onto the street, a pack of chickens clucked towards the food and started pecking at it.

 I sighed and I felt like I was being watched, a pair of dark blue eyes narrowed at me.

"You shouldn't be wasting food," I turned at found myself looking at a young boy, who you would probably call, a freshman. 

"And who are you to tell me what to do?" I smirked. 

"I'm Robert Johnson The 4rth, Class 9," he said this with ease.

Under my breath, I retorted, "What happened to the last 3?"

His eyes shaded and I turned back to face the window. 

First day and already made someone hate me, nice going Connor. 

I sighed, and the bus abruptly came to a stop, lunging me forward, everyone started trickling out of the bus and went inside a gray building which looked more like a prison than a school.

I groaned internally.

Homeroom

I walked into class, and felt several pairs of eyes following me as I sat down in my seat, which by the way was all the way in the back. Pace quickening, I briskly took a sharp turn and eased into my chair.

The seats were not cushioned, and I felt the hard plastic pressing onto my back. I started to fall asleep when a bell,

 more like a gong, was rung very loudly, making me abruptly  sit up in my chair.

 I sighed. 

A young teacher stood in front of the room, rolling his 'r,' I assumed he was Russian because of his accent and because of the distinct facial features, which highlighted his face. His high cheekbones, gave him a sense of  maturity, while his pale colored eyes, gave him a bit of adolescence, to his face.

"Welcome back students, I am glad you enjoyed your winter break, " 

I felt the class groan internally. 

"As most of you noticed we have a foreign student from America joining us, for this semester. I assure you Mr.Hill, that the students will be accommodated, pleasantly for however long you stay here. I am Mr.West, you're homeroom and substitute guidance teacher, I will be passing you down you're schedule and a map of the school,  if you have trouble with you're schedule or something seems, not right. Hand it back to me and I'll check it out."

And then the bell rang and I was off to Mr. Malton's Math Class.