A Cry Of Pain.

Harry

Infinity POV

Harry shakes his head yes with a bored expression on his face. I give him a small smile and turn around to head to his first class witch is social studies, same as me. Now that I look at his schedule every single one of his classes are the same as me, that's probably why I was chosen to show him around.

After I show Harry to three of his classes he finally speaks up.

"Your names infinity?" He pounders. His voice is deep and soothing at the same time.

"Yes." I give a simple answer and he chuckles

"What?" I give him a look.

"Nothing, just never herd if someone named infinity." He chuckles again. I just roll my eyes and keep walking most people say that when they hear my name.

It takes about a half hour to show Harry around and explain how everything goes around here. He doesn't talk much just nods and says the usual "yea" or "ok".

I drop him back off at the office and head straight to p.e. when i arrive everyone is laying on the floor with ocean waves playing from

A speaker. Must be relaxing time again. I lay down next to Lillie and she scoots over a little to whisper in my ear.

"What was that about? You were gone for a while."

"Showing a new student around"

She nods understanding what I'm saying and closes her eyes again trying to relax. I follow her actions and soon I am on the verge of sleep, when

Mrs. Milliron turns the lights on and says we can go get changed for next period.

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My 'creative problems solving' class goes by fast and I'm soon heading to lunch. When I reach the big white doors that lead to the lunch room I see Lillie waving me over to our usual table full if friends. I walk over and plop down in the seat next to her and join in on the conversation my friends are having over weather pigs are fat or they just look that way but aren't fat.

I laugh knowing that this is a normal topic for us.

"I believe that's there natural form. Pigs are not fat" I state and my friends begin to debate. I shake my head laughing again and turn to Lillie

"How is reading arts?" I ask pulling out my phone. To text someone.

"Sucks my ass. How's CPS?" (Short for creative problems solving) she pounders also pulling out her phone.

"Usual" I respond and we both lapse into silence while playing on our phones. I look up to see the lunch line has gone down, so I nudge Lillie. We always wait till it goes down so we don't have to stand in line forever. She looks up and me and her stand.

"Ok boys watch our seats or die" is our final words as we walk to get food. They roll there eyes but put there feet on our seats anyways. In line I grab a turkey sandwich and a water while pam grabs a ham sandwich and water. She refuses to eat turkey since that us her favourite animal. She claims they are so adorable and I tell her I only think there cute when on my plate.

We walk back to the table. Trent and Connor move there feet allowing us to sit down. I lean over and kiss Trent on the cheek

"Thanks" I smile and begin eating. It's not weird, I'm like this with all of my friends, we are all like siblings.

He smiles and pokes my cheek.

We continue our pig conversations until lunch ends deciding that pigs are not fat except some of them

Can eat a little to much. Everyone seems satisfied with our conclusive. Lillie walks me to the cafeteria doors and gives me a hug

"See you after school." She hollers while walking away and I laugh. Me and Trent begin walking to math, our next class, and we link hands not caring when people stare. In math I take my usual seat in the back next to

Timothy, kurt, Charles but i call him curly from his big curly hair, raven I call him Sherlock and he calls me Holmes, and Trent.

You will find me often surrounded by guys rather than girls. Mrs. K begins our boring math lesson and me and my friends fling stuff at each other for fun while we wait on the end of the day.

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Sorry if this chapter was boring it was kinda just a 'filler' one. I hope you like it so far but trust me It will get better lol. Please comment and vote!:) ily all:)

-Jazmyn Ann