Here we go again. Another school in another town. Was it my fault I was I could actually answer questions correctly In Class? No. I know I sound cocky but hear me out.
this was my sixth school in 5 years. I'm now 16 and It has alway been the same: my parent would tell me I was going to do great. Always talking about new beginnings and how great it is to start fresh. But I always did too great. I was always the kid at the back of the class that knew all the answers to the stupidly easy questions the teacher would ask. To be honest, I actually cringed at the answers the other students gave. And I did get a little - well a lot- annoyed and bored in schools that I would cause a little - well a lot - of mischief.
But hey! New beginnings!
Or just repeating the same exact things in a different setting.
But it's not all bad. I mean, I've had my heart set on being a mechanical engineer and my mind has so many ideas it feels good showing off some times. I know that sounds bad but I don't have many - actually any - friends to share my ideas with and I'm pretty sure that if I keep a good idea in my head for too long my head will literally explode. And if you think about it: what's the point in having a good skill if you are too afraid to show it?
It's like having the ability to fly but instead you hide it so you blend in with the people on the ground instead of being able to be over them all and look at things in a different angle. Kind of like taking away some freedom in a way.
Anyway, my parents , as per usual, didn't have time to say good bye and " good luck in the new school." You know, the usual things a normal caring parents would say. But of course they were arguing like they always do. And you might be thinking: wouldn't they notice how many times i have had to change school? the answer is no. They're too busy with each other to notice their sons' a genius.
I walked down the street from that scrubby little box my parents called a house, down the cramped neighborhood they called a good place to live.
As I walked down the fog thick ended slightly and i crossed my arms trying to get warmer. I could feel the light wind stabbing my red cheeks like little tiny Daggers. Miserable morning with grey skies and bare trees.
When I arrived at the bus stop i was relieved to find no one there with me. I hate having to make contact with people. they just don't understand me. and whats the point in trying to make friends now when soon everyone will find out who i am people are going to push me away. I gave up on that by my 4th school. I hate that. When something or someone is different they people push it away.
But i didn't get a chance to relax because i saw a dark shadow appearing out of the fog. And as i had guessed, it was a student. And guessing by his age he has been held back a few years.
He had headphones on and was slightly head banging the air like he was listening to that hardcore music. as he came closer, a putrid smell followed. And not to mention the unrecognizable stains on his hoodie.
As soon as he saw me a smile swiped across his face. and not the nice kind of smile, but the kind that reads: "fresh meat" all over it. But i was used to that look.
Every school that I went to had those kind of kids and they would always pick on me because I was unmistakably an easy target. I was, yes, a nerd. That's what people called someone that was smart and could actually get a job in the future, but apparently thats an insult. the fact that I had no friends whatsoever didn't make these situations any better. I am also week and a coward compared to people like the one standing next to me.
This guy advanced slowly, like a lion to its prey.
I acted like i didn't see him and pretended to be listening to music even though my phone was out of battery because I had forgotten to charge it overnight.
When he was about a body way from me he took out his headphones and set them around his neck.
He smelled strangely of grease and oil like he was working in a mechanics the whole morning. ( or he just slept there overnight to by the looks of things)
But that was my first mistake, looking up at his big gruff face. The kind that you would look at it and alarm bells start going off in your head.
If it was possible, his despicable grin grew even larger when he saw my scared eyes, pleading for mercy, looking up at him." Well if it isn't for the newbe. "His voice sounded low and hard. Like a heavy rock on a pavement. " don't worry. I have a strict rule: I can't hurt any of the newbies when it's their very first day. Let the teacher think I'm nice to you so they don't have to look at me every five seconds to see if I'm behaving. But after that, you're on your own." He backed away a little bit but suddenly pretended to punch me. Stopping his fist just centimeters from my face. As if he was making sure I got the message. I flinched and of course his booming laugh echoed throughout the foggy neighbourhood .
But, as if answering my prayers, the bus arrived.
