Well, homeroom wasn't that bad. Though I disliked the class it actually was. It was history. Don't get me wrong, I love a good fact about the past, but history just kills me. It was alright though, my teacher seems like a nice gal, so I'll give that to her classroom. I couldn't say I was a perfect student that day as me and Jay just decided to whisper to each other the whole hour. I could care less about the other students in this class as, I honestly didn't know any of them. Soon enough though, the class hour was over.
It felt awkward walking out of that classroom in which I had built myself a safe house in already. As well as the separation from my best friend. I gave my goodbyes to Jay before I went around in search for my class. I had already lost track of my brother. Oh well, I guess it's time to wander the halls mindlessly.
Being short, it is very hard to see exactly where you are going, including everyone seems to be towering over you. It blocks your view significantly. I mean, I felt like Mufasa in the Lion King during that stampede. Oh, too soon? Got it. But it just felt very off and like I was being trampled on. Even so, I had a sense someone was staring me down. Like I was being watched and I didn't enjoy it too much. So I move myself close to a wall and glanced around for who it might be, but I couldn't find anyone. I gave a hmpf before almost screaming when I felt a hand placed on my shoulder. "Ah!"
I cowered myself to a ball, well as close to one as I could get to one while standing. I only got laughter in return. I peek out from my arm and gave a small glare to Isak. This was one of the reasons I liked to stay away from him sometimes. He scared me all the time for no real reason. He was always the prankster in our family. I still glared at his laughing face before he settled, giving a happy sigh.
"It's always fun to mess with you. C'mon, I'll help you get to your next class. Follow me short stack." He said to him, almost having to yell over the commotion from the people bustling through the hallways.
I roll my eyes at him. What does he know about being this short. I feel like a baby zebra in a pack of hungry lions that were hunting. Even so, I can still feel a set of eyes on me. This time I know it's not my own brother. It's someone else. I give another look around before I followed my brother, sticking as close as I could.
Even though I followed my brother I felt so...unsafe. Like, again, I was on the radar and someone spotted me out of the whole herd of other freshmen. I try to shake that feeling off and just keep up with my older sibling. I was distracting my mind with the questions such as 'why is this place so big? Why are there so many rooms, not all of them are used. What, there's an upstairs level?! How will I ever survive in this school?!'
Oh well, but now Isak had lead me to my next class before he moved closer to my ear and whispered to me "Be careful Alec...Some upperclassmen are eyeing you down like fresh meat... Make sure you stick with your friends and try to avoid them. They have been lingering around us the whole walk. If they try anything come find one of us...I'll beat the shit outta them..."
I blinked stunned, I thought this was another one of his jokes but after he told me that he gave me a quick hug, for what I am guessing, to disguise it as words of encouragement from family before he left for his own classroom. I still sat there dumbfounded in front of my classroom, processing what was just said to me by Isak. I look around, as I was searching to see if I spotted any of the people who apparently kept starring me down. I didn't see anyone. I sigh and shake my head. IT probably was another one of Isak's sick jokes he always pulls on me. So I just shrugged it off and went on in to my next class, which was my English class.
Upon walking in I realized I was completely alone. Well, you know, not really but I had no friends in there and there was no one I knew. I felt so awkward. Peoples conversations all around me. It was like everyone knew each other but me. I shuffled my way to seat, placing my items I was carrying along down before I slid into my seat. I was instantly slouching, looking down at my desktop and shirt. I wasn't going to butt in on anyone's conversation. I felt like a serious outcast this time.
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Teen FictionWho knew life from a shorter perspective was so much harder! Including when you got a family like 14 year old Alec Machi's is. Sometimes it's even hard to handle himself. With starting high school and all his trouble making siblings, He feels like h...