Whenever I meet new people, it's never good. I don't like new people, it means you have to learn all there problems and shit from the start. That never worked with me and I always decide my mind didn't need to be troubled with there personal bullshit.
My mum would always invite over people that I didn't know, so most of the time I just wouldn't come home. Of course this embarrassed her and she yelled at me every other day, so I just spent more time out, and eventually came back wasted every other day.
Mum started to give up and she didn't care, she ignored me which just made it all worse, and then drugs got involved in my days out.
At first it was all secret trades and knowone knew, then a guy in our gang had a run in with the police and snitched. Asshole.
That's when I came into the equation, and so did mum. She still didn't care when the cops came buy, but then of course there was a fine. That's when she started to care. She couldn't pay it and she cried for days. It pained me seeing her so sad and I started to feel like it was my fault, which it was, but being me I would never blame myself for my own problems.
I told myself she left ME in the dark, and that it was her fault, and that's what I've believed ever since.
She faced court on my behalf, and told them she couldn't pay and that she needed the money for me, but all I saw was a women covering up to keep her money for herself. She did love me, I could tell, but money certainly was scarce in our household, and having it brought her happiness. Secretly I wanted the judge to let her keep her money, just so she was happy. She hadn't been happy in a long time.
Then the judge sugested the unthinkable to replace the fine. If didn't have the small amount of sense in me that I do, I would have shrieked and screamed and ran away. But of course I knew it would never happen, so I sat there in silence as they discussed my future... as a fucking border at a school for shitheads.
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Real school for normal people wasn't part of my life anymore, and now I stood infront of the one place I would do anything not to be in. They called it Summer Heights Boarding School, clearly copying that show my mum used to ramble on about. Couldn't even think for themselves, one thing I hated in people.
The gates rose high above my head and the wall around fence around the school stretched as far as I could see both ways. It didn't look like a school, more like a prison. Beyond the barred gates I could see a big field where boys and girls played a game of soccer together.
I wondered how it was possible that there were year 7's playing in the same game as year 12's. At my old school my would have been beat up for interrupting any older kids game. Where all of them friends?
On one side of the plane was dense forest that rose high, surrounding a big lake that glistened in the summer sun. I wondered if we could go swimming, I loved swimming but I hadn't been in a while, no one has really had the time to take me.
On the other side of the grass stands a tall building, branching off in three different directions. It was made of dirty old bricks with old gutters, patterend balconies and high chimneys. Great. Old style. I was a modern man, and this certainly didn't fit my criteria.
Mum had left me here 10 minutes ago, she cryed when I got out and kissed me all over while I just stood there. I knew she wasn't happy, but I wasn't happy with her, so I didn't show my emotions, and she drove away feeling guilty and bad. Good, she should. Look where she's put me!
I walk up to the guard at the gate. He looks old but fierce, and I'm certainly not gonna question him with the gun at his belt clearly displayed.
He checks that my name is on some damn list he has, but I'm not allowed in that easily. He begins a thourough search through my pockets, bags and even starts giving me a pat down to see if I'm hiding anything under my clothes.
He gets to my privates and is ready to give them a gentle feel since people always hide shit in there undies, but that's going to far. I haven't protested so far but this is where I draw the line.
"Don't you fucking dare." I hiss.
I stand uncomfortably away from him but he doesn't comment. He tells me he's finished his search and opens the gates for me.
"Head straight into the building. Stick to the path and don't woner off, you'll get to reception and they'll tell you what to do." he talks to me like I'm a baby. I can tell why though, I can't even imagine the amount of knuckle heads he's had through here.
I feel like running into the woods and finding where the fence meets so I can climb outta here, but I know there isn't civilization for miles, without food and water I'd probably die. I'd plan something soon cause all I knew for sure was that I wasn't staying long. And nothing was going to change that.
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The one reason I knew I was gonna hate it here was the worst reason there could possibly be. New people. A whole fucking school full of them! This is how it all started, with new people, but new people were certainly not gonna be the end!
The cheery reception lady already hated me. I snapped at her and snatched the key she held out. She didn't seem to offended but straight away she stopped being happy and started ignoring me completely. She only told me the essentials.
Room 7J, end of the hall, level 3.
There were seven levels so the lift was a really slow one. It finally chimed in on level 3 and I decided that next time I'd take the stairs.
The hallway wasn't too long, with green patterened carpet that spread to every inch of the carpet and freshly painted white walls that met wooden framework at the bottom and top of the wall.
I couldn't wait to get to my room and be able to think in peace.
No one was in the hallway, they were all outside and I got to my new room without being seen.
I opened the brown wooden door and was pissed beyond pissed at what I saw. Two beds. TWO BEDS! I opened the chest of drawers and sure enough there were other damn clothes there. They expected me to fucking share!? I was struggling not to yell, but I couldn't just settle down, not this time.
I grabbed handfuls of the ugly clothes that filled the draw and chucked them everywhere. On the floor, on the beds, and some even got stuck on the hanging light, but I didn't care. I kept going until the drawer was empty.
I couldn't think straight and I want over and collapsed on the bed. I had to live with a new person? We had to talk! All I wanted to do was keep to myself, but of course happiness wasn't possible in this shithole.
I turned to my bedside table and saw a note.
Mr Tuckt wants to see you. The boys wouldn't tell you as there 'new kid prank' but I thought you ought to know.
Malia
Who the hell was Malia? They already knew I was coming? They tried to prank me? What kind of prank was this, not telling me to see the principal? Well tell me or not I wasn't going.
"Thanks anyways Malia." I muttered carelessly turning over.
I was tired from the drive from Melbourne to the outskirts of Victoria, and now I could sleep. Until some dickhead roommate decided coming by.
