From The Day We Met (septipler)

CHAPTER TWO

Sean wakes up to his alarm clock blaring at him, he grunts hitting it so it would be turned off.  Sean rolls over hiding from the bright but evil sun, he doesn't wanna go to school today. His mum is calling him down for breakfast.  He walks downstairs hoping he could convince his mom for him to not go to school.

"Mum," Sean says walking into the kitchen.

She's setting two plates  down, his father is usually always working. "Yes, Se- Jack?" She remembers how much he hates his real name. His mom looks up from setting the table a bright blue pair of eyes and met her eyes.

He crosses his arms leaning into the doorway, it towers over him, Sean's so small, "I don't wanna go to school."

She goes back to setting the table, "Awe Jack you will make friends eventually."

Sean scoffs, he is in a bad mood, "I-it's not that."

"Then what is it honey?" Sean's mom asks, setting
the food onto the table.

Sean thinks about the bullies but does not wanna say anything, "Never mind, I'll go." He walked over to the table sitting down starting to eat.

After Sean was done eating he got dressed into a green sweater, jeans and hightops.  He then brushed his teeth and fixed his vibrant green hair, he walked downstairs still not wanting to go to school.

His mom brought him to school, he slowly got out of the car with all of his stuff.  He walked slowly into the school. The first thing he saw was his bully's, he turned his head down, he rushed into the bathroom, hiding, waiting for school to begin. He, every so often, checked his green septic-eye watch, once it was ten minutes to 8:00am he left the bathrooms in a rush. Sean hoped not to run into his bullies he kept his head hung low, without watching where he was going, he ran into someone... again. Sean freezes with fear, he blushes out of embarrassment and backs away slowly.

Sean slowly looks up and he was greeted by a red haired, brown eyed, Mark.

Sean stutters his Irish accent thick, "S-s-sorry."

Mark only smiles, he readjusts his glasses and is about to say something, but Sean runs off, fear of being hated on. Mark frowns watching the Irish, green haired, male run away, it saddens him to know he might not ever break down his walls, he wants to help him. So desperately wants to help.

Sean's running slowly stops as he reaches his locker, he can feel his heart pounding, he breaths deeply sucking in cool breaths letting out warm ones.  Sean opens his locker, putting his backpack in and taking out the stuff he needs for his classes.

Sean walks into class, his teacher Mrs. Pepper greeted him, Sean smiled a bit and then walked into the back of the classroom to his seat. His first  two classes are about reading/writing.  They are currently reading a book that Sean does not care for, it is a long chapter book about a girl who wants to find love. Love is stupid in Sean's mind he does not think that anyone will ever love him, right as he thinks this the Red Haired boy walks into the classroom with his friends, mostly girls. Sean scoffs a bit adverting his eyes from Mark.

Mark walks to his seat his thigh accidentally rubbing against Sean's arm, Sean blushed looking up at the red haired boy who was obviously to concerned with a lady to even say 'sorry'. Sean looks at his notebook and decides to sketch on it.

The teacher finally started class, Sean doesn't care much about it though, he already learned most of this back in Ireland. America seemed to do stuff at a slower, much slower, pace than Ireland. Soon reading/writing class was over and Sean decided to stay in class to avoid the bullies.