Rebirth

Chapter 2 [Giselle]

High school. Four years of seeing the same people who, let's face it, you probably hate. Four years of trying to learn something that you probably wouldn't use in your job, unless it involved finding x and y. Four years of stressing about whether you will pass instead of actually learning something because our education system has gone to the point where cheating to get a passing grade is more acceptable  than actually learning or at least admiting that you didn't learn anything.

Two weeks in and you already know who's who with the freshmen this year. They're all huddled up in groups, and in this upcoming week is reserved for signing up for clubs and all that, so groups would most likely be more obvious by then. With the geeks joining one of those Dungeons and Dragons club, the so-called pretty ones trying for cheerleading, and of course the sporty ones trying for various sports teams. But hey, that's high school for you. Unless you turn out to be one of the kids that often gets bullied then everything will go well.

"Ow!"

"Watch where you're going loser!" A big muscular teen just 'accidentally' bumped and toppled all of the books a kid was holding.

"I-i'm sorry." He was shaking furiously.

"Hey Johnson. Don't you have to be late for ditching class?" I moved to help the kid as he continued to pick up his books. "Besides you were the one who bumped into him."

"Watch your mouth Morrow. Or you might be the one I'll put inside the locker later." Johnson pointed his finger at me.

"Whatever. At least I don't pick on kids smaller than me to make myself feel better." I raised an eyebrow at him.

Just as things were heating up and seeing that Clark Johnson was already at his limit with his short temper, the bell ran. Phew. I thought to myself. I never thought I would be so glad to hear that sound. My heart was already pounding hard when I mustered up the courage to stand up to Johnson.

"Consider yourself lucky Morrow." He gave one last scowl at me and turned the other way to walk off.

I sighed in relief. Thankful that things didn't get out of hand. I remembered that the kid was still picking up his books.

"Oh hey. Are you alright?" I asked nervously and crouched down to help him pick his things up. "Sorry about that. Johnson is usually 'more civilized', if you know what I mean."

"That's okay. I'm used to guys like those."

"I know how you feel." I sighed. I'm really going on a roll with all the sighing lately.

"Thank you for standing up for me though."

"It's nothing. As soon as you let him pick on y, that's most likely going to be you for the next 4 years or so." I smiled. "By the way, what's your name?"

"Oh. Umm. I'm Kent. Kent Summers." He smiled at me and offered his hand for a handshake.

"Giselle. Giselle Morrow. But my friends call me Gissy." I shook his hand.

Kent was a rather shy looking fellow. He had blue coloured eyes that looked like the sky when the sun came up, brown hair that was styled upwards, much like Billy Loomer from Ned's Declassified School Survival Guide, though it suited him in a way, his skin was pale, much like that of an albino which made him look a bit sickly, though uou could tell that he was a goody-goody cause he was wearing a light blue dress shirt that was tucked-in in brown khaki pants.

"9th grader, right?"

"Yeah."

"What's your first class?"

"History. Room 302"

"Ohh. My room's right next to it. Come on." I helped him up and we both went up to our rooms witha little bit of small talk in between.