I walk into school in search of my best friend, Taylor. I scope out the cafeteria until her strawberry blonde hair jumps out at me. I begin to approach her as I noticed she had a book open in hand, which is very unusual for her.
"Hey, you're reading?" I ask her in a questionable tone.
"Well I was suppose to finish a summer reading list, but I decided to start today." she replied.
"Of course." I chuckle at her response.
The bell rings and we take off in opposite directions. I meet up with my other friend Abby in our first period class Religion. I scan Abby's appearance from head to toe. Ever since the summer she had been interested in changing around her look. I notice she has gone from Tom boy to punk rock.
"Wow that's a lot of eyeliner" I half smile to her.
"I'm exploring the wide variety of makeup for your information, Jo." she hisses. She's in one of her moods today. I presume it's because it's the first day of school, so I decide to keep to myself this period.
"Good morning class, my name is Miss.Young I'm going to be your teacher for this semester" she tells us.
"You sure don't look young." An idiot from the back of the class shouts to our teacher. Everyone rolls their eyes then continue to ignore his irrelevance to the universe.
"Anyway, class I would like you to flip to page 32 in your text book" Miss Young begins, "I know this is religion, but sex is a topic we have to cover, so I thought we should just get it out of the way."
CLASH. The door hit the wall, disturbing every reading soul in this classroom. In walks a tall, dark, mysterious man. His brown eyes pierce the students as we all stare at him. His dark brown hair and dark skin shimmer from the sun shining through the window. He carries his dressed in black body to the back of the classroom and sits in the broken desk, right beside the schools skids.
"You must be Mr. Elijah Humphrey. You're late" Miss young snaps.
"It's Eli and I'm not late, school just starts too fucking early" he sasses the teacher. I couldn't ever imagine speaking with that tone to anyone, let alone my teacher.
"Language like that won't be tolerated in this classroom, if you have a problem with that, the principles office is right down stairs."
I stopped keeping to myself and asked Abby if she knew who he was. All she knew was that he was a transfer student from Saskatoon, Saskatchewan and that there is a rumour about him that he got kicked out of his last school. But why come all the way to Toronto, a different province; there must be more then one high school located in Saskatoon. Something about him makes me want to know more. The bell rings and I continue the rest of the day.
