Welcome To The Club

New Start

~~In the dream realm ~~

"Come here pretty boy! We're not done with you yet!!". I begin to panic mid-step, and find myself running around the corridors and hiding in the janitors closet behind an old mop. My heart is pounding so hard I can't hear anything but my blood pulsing in my ears. I slowly calm down as time passes, slowly leaning in against the door listening for anything else before I make my escape. Bam! 'Oh crap!' "Just as I thought, he's in here guys!". I'm quickly surrounded and dragged into the hallway to be beaten, just sliding around as I'm pulled by my collar into the darkness.

~~End of dream ~~

I wake up suddenly drenched in a cold sweat, panting as I try to control my heart rate. This is the third time this week that I've had that nightmare. 'Maybe I shouldn't have moved schools. Everyone at that school didn't pay any attention to me at least... except for those jerks.' I slowly sit up and check my alarm clock, but it's only 5:40 in the morning.

I decide to get myself ready before my mom bursts into my room. After taking a shower and getting ready I walk down the hall to find something for breakfast. Grabbing an apple, walk into the living room and sit down checking my watch. 'Oh shit it's 6:52!' I rush out the door, not before closing it softly.

"Here goes nothing." I say quietly as I walk to the bus stop. 'Hopefully this won't be like my old school', I shudder as I remember those awful people silently.

I take my phone from its home in my pocket and look at myself nervously. I check my image even though it couldn't matter less. I've always hated my auburn hued mess of hair, it was always a hassle to deal with in the morning.

Nothing seems too out of place, as I start to fix my hair. My light, washed out jeans, contrast my deep crimson sweater vest and midnight long sleeve tee well. Which left me to find my black beanie and converse this morning. It was a struggle to find everything, but I think it was worth it.

*screeeech* I wince at the buses brakes coming to a shuddering halt before me. The yellow and black paint is faded and rusting, making the death trap look ancient.

I climb aboard to the stench of mold and body odor. Looking around carefully, I find a seat near the back.

After seeing that there wasn't anything on the seat, I throw my book bag on and plop right next to it. Being careful not to disturb the sleeping girl in the seat next to me.

As the ride drags on, more and more people are picked up, causing the atmosphere to become even louder.I watch the roads and signs pass by as I stare out the window, solemnly reminding me of my impending doom. As I look to the seat next to me I can't help but notice the way that girl snores softly throughout the entire ordeal. 'Ugh, stop being so creepy!'

Soon enough, we arrive at the school and depart the tin can of death. As everyone got up, the sleeping girl slowly opened her eyes. I probably shouldn't have stared at her for so long, because as I realized what I was doing she began to glare at me.

"I-i...U-um, I'm sorry!!" I stutter uncontrollably.

"Hmph" she scoffs, while grabbing her bags roughly. Casting me another glare, she hops off and walks into the crowd.

'A great morning to start off a great school year.This is just amazing.'