The Boy With Weak Legs (Short Story)

Chapter 1: Irony

Irony is in the air!

No, literally, irony is frolicking around in the air as we speak. Frolicking in my personal space as well.

My first day at school was not really that bad. Okay, it was really not bad at all to tell the truth. If there is one bad thing I will say, I'll say this: Fucking. Girls. Obsession. With. My. Accent. I swear I made over fifteen friends in less than a day! Fifteen, both boys and girls! I had no clue girls would be so obsessed with my accent in high school! Middle and elementary weren't nearly as bad. What gives? Did I mention I've got three new numbers?

Today will be the second day of being a freshman at South High. Was I ready? Sure I am. Girls are going to be all over this guy. I am truly the ladies man.

I really wonder what's going to happen at school today. Right now I'm just sitting on the bench by myself alone. Not many kids were here yet because I've got here earlier. My mum has specifically told me I had to get to school before seven. That's when barely any kids were at school.

Anyway, I'm just over on the bench chilling. Watching as more and more kids start to arrive at school. Some even took the liberty of sitting next to me to keep me company. They didn't stay no longer than five minutes sadly. I suppose its not all that bad. The only questions they asked me were; 'where are you from?' or 'why do you have those arm crutches.' I have no problem with answering those questions. But to hear them repeated over and over again really starts to tug your gears after a while.

To my left I saw the kid that escorted me around school yesterday: Allan Fritz. I learned his last name yesterday afternoon. An interesting last name indeed. Allan saw that I was looking at him and smirked, making his way over to me. "Sorry Dante, I have a boyfriend I need to get too." He said.

"Excuse me? Are you accusing me of flirting with you? That is the last thing I would do." I found it rather hilarious that Allan thinks I have the hots for him. Yes, I was staring at him, so what? There was nothing intimate about it about the stare. It is obvious that Allan has the hots for me and wants to think I am staring at him. He wants to make me feel desperate.

"Whatever you say Dante. The way you were staring at me. You totally have the hots for me. Don't worry, if me and my boyfriend break up I'll ask you out." With that, he spun on his heel and walked off into the corridors.

"In a million years." I said to myself.

The bell soon rung, signaling that it was time to get too class. Only thing is, I am already in class. I started walking five minutes prior to when the bell was going to ring. I know how fast I move and trust me when I say this. I cannot move that fast. Which is why I start walking five minutes earlier. Genius idea am I right? Just kidding. Plenty of people do that already.

In my first period. Mr. Sylvester was giving me a lecture about how his classroom was going to run. Must I say, his voice was rather high. I know I mentioned that earlier but I cannot help but say it again. For a grown man, he has a very high voice. "Dante? I just to add one more thing. One of my kids were talking about you yesterday. Right after you left the class. He has really taken an interest to you Dante. Talk to him today please." Mr. Sylvester gave me pleading eyes, his brown eyes practically gleaming with plead.

"Aye.... Is everyone at this bloody school after me or something? What's the kid's name?" I asked.

"Gregory. I think you two will be the greatest of friends. Gregory is just a real... Antisocial guy. He really only opens up to me and the rest of the staff. So maybe you can be his official student friend?" I nod my head in, "great! He should be here any moment. Takes a while for the kids to get here. Big school." He stood up from his seat and unlocked his door, letting the kids already outside in.