New boy

chapter 1

Life has its ups and downs it's good and bad. But sometimes I wonder what's the point of it all. we live to die but people around the world would die to live. Parents, teachers all under estimate our problems. Like when they say, " you'll get over it!" or when they say," it's just hormones," this isn't easy, it's not suppose to be. When we were younger people asked us who we wanted to be, we replied answers like a princess, a doctor, but we really didn't know. Then they ask us now and the actually want to know for real. It all is becoming so serious. If you don't know what you want to do when you grow up by 8th grade they think you're gonna fail. At least my parents do. See my dad thinks he knows everything there is to know about me but he is largely mistaken. He doesn't know and will never know about the countless nights that I cry myself to sleep. He doesn't know about the horrible unspeakable things that I put myself through. But then again, no one knows. I walk around with a big happy smile on my face and I really seem happy, but this smile is what I put on everyday to avoid the questions: What's wrong? Why are you so sad? Was it my fault? No, it's no one's fault. I didn't chose this for myself, why would I. As I walk down the marble Washington High hallways all of these thoughts rush through my mind. In there I am an outcast, left behind, thrown around like a rag doll. I walk into Mrs. Williams class and sit silently in the back row desks I lay my head down and for a quick second I feel at peace. But, that peace is stripped away when, all of the jock guys walk in. I swear in my whole life I have never witnessed people with such prideful spirits.

" Yo, Matt I went home yesterday and I found my sister on my labtop and i bet you don't know what site she had gone to, now i have something i can blackmail her for.

I wonder if he knows what self dignity is. A couple of minutes into the class, and I hear the bell ring. Symbolizing the start of class, finally.

" Okay class sit down, Jayden if you don't plant yourself in that seat right now I will move your seat to the front, right next to my table." Mrs. Williams announces in the middle of the class. Jayden knows she's not playing because he promptly takes his seat.

" Anyways, class today we have a new assignment, you are going to write a poem on a subject that you will pick from the hat and I will pick from the basket who you're partners will be." Mrs. Williams says.

Right then we are disrupted by a knock at the door. All eyes search the glass door to see who knocked at the door. To our surprise there is a student. A guy, with jet black hair and, sparkling blue eyes that glisten in the reflection and fair skin. I glance down at my lab and pray that the teacher doesn't sit him next to me.

" Good morning, Ky nice to see you." Mrs. Williams warmly says.

Ky walks shyly to the front of the room. There are a couple of people whispering in the back of the room but except for that it's completely silent.

" Um, let's see where can you sit?" Mrs. Williams glaces around the room. Her eyes linger on the desk connected to mine. I plead with my eyes, please don't put him there.

" Why don't you take a sit next to Bella," Mrs. williams decides. There is an outburst of laughter, who would want to sit next to me? She points to where I'm seated in the black corner and he quickly makes his way to the desk next to me. He silently sits down and his eyes are drawn to me. I quickly look down at my lap and pull my long sleeves down instinctively.

" Okay, now that we are all settled in, let's get started," Mrs. Williams starts going around and asking people to reach for a slip of paper out of the hat and she reaches into the basket and pulls out the partner name. In what seems like forever she finally gets to our desks.

she finally arrives at our desks and for some odd reason i feel like i'm gonna vomit. i mean iv'e seen plently of fine people, i mean going to Washington high you have to kinda get used to it. but there all the same, all rich kids, all jocks who are only interested in bragging about how many girls they slept with. Unlike the rest of the world who actually cares about their future.

" Ky, why don't you pick you and Bella's topic," Mrs. williams says joyfully. I watch as Ky's hand slides into the hat and my heart catches in my chest as if he's deciding which one of us dies. He pulls out a think piece of paper and Mrs. williams walks off, not even looking to see what our topic is. He reaches over to my desk and shows me the piece of paper: society. Easy enough i think to my self.

" I guess we have the pleasure of writing a 25 line poem on the amazing thing that is society," Ky says with laughter in this voice.

" Looking forward to it," I answer dumbly. I can sense his hard and determined stare landing on me. I look up and immediately lock my eyes onto my hands. Why is it that I can never seem to hold someone's gaze, there must be something wrong with me. Then the bell rings interrupting my thoughts. I rush to get my things and in so doing I end up dropping my medicine on the floor. Ky ends up pulling the medicine jar off of the floor but in so doing he reads the label: Zoloft ( for mild to severe depression).

I quickly grab the medicine jar from him and head towards the door, but i am stopped by a hand clutching on to my arm.

I turn and Ky is staring back at me with those serious and determined eyes.'

"Sorry for grabbing your arm like that, but i uh was thinking why don't we exchange numbers that we can like either go to my house, or the library and maybe work on the project," Ky said all of this in a way that you couldn't tell me knew i was depressed. Usually when people found out (and it wasn't that usual) that I was depressed a tidal wave of awkwardness came in but not with Ky.

okay, sure" I say still awestruck.