Lame Choices

Chapter 1

CHAPTER 1

Eljin's POV

36 months ago, I was called from the principal's office and I don't know why. To find out that I hurt my classmate with a pair of scissors and the blood was overflowing. It seems that I forgot it just happened.

It all started this way...

RINGG!!!

"Good morning, class." Ms. Sochyn, our teacher greeted on the first day of high school. "I want you to introduce yourselves. Let's start from this tall girl right here."

I think that was me because I'm the tallest among the first row.

So I stood in front and introduced myself.

"I'm Eljin Danford from West California, born in the East, raised in the North and will die in the South." I introduced.

Everyone stared at me weirdly. Then I got back to my seat.

"Hi. I'm Hannah De Britania from Mexico." A girl with a big Mexican hat introduced.

Everyone fell silent when the next girl introduced herself.

"I'm Angelica G." The daughter of the president of the school said.

"What's with the G.?" Ms. Sochyn asked.

"I'm sorry miss but I'm forbidened to speak about my last name. It's a disgrace to my family." She replied.

"Okay. I understand." Ms. Sochyn said politely.

My classmates looked at her mysteriously but I smiled and waved at her.

"Good morning everyone. Standing here in front of you is Charles, Charles Garfield. I'm pleased to see these new faces because I believe that when a pencil is lost, a box of new ones are opened. Thank you." A fat boy with an OA personality said.

Everyone was inquisitive of what he had said. He is weird but I like it.

"Howdy y'all. I'm Alexia Lambert coming from horses of Texas."

Everyone laughed.

"I mean the people living in Texas who loves horses." Alexia smiled.

"'Sup dudes. Besides wearing black, I'm really friendly... if I like you. The name's Bianca Aldens from New York City, by the way." Bianca said.

"I... umm... what am I supposed to say? Oh yes... umm..." A shy boy said.

"Your name please?" Ms. Sochyn asked.

"Carlo... umm... Gardenfield." He replied lazily.

"Gardenfield? I live there!" I screamed.

Everyone looked at me.

"She is so weird." Someone whispered at the back.

"That's my name, not a place!" Carlo argued.

"Then you're name is a place!!!" replied.

"What? No! It's a-- You're so weird!" Carlo added.

"No, you are weird, Gardenfield! I live there in West California, born in the East, raised in the Nor--"

"Stop it please! It's the first day of school. Let's maintain peace and order." Ms. Sochyn interrupted.

A week after

"Okay, class. Please proceed to your group for a group work." Ms. Sochyn instructed.

Carlo is in my group. I don't know but I think he's the only boy who talks to me in class. I was just right here, sitting and cutting some papers alone. Everyone thinks I'm weird. And now, he's coming right in front of me. I think he's going to talk to me!

"Bunny teeth!  Bunny teeth!" Carlo teased.

"Location! Location!" I teased back.

"What do you mean, location?"

"Gardenfield is a place, right? So it's a location." I explained. "Location! Location!"

"Bunny teeth!"

"Location!"

He grabbed my earphones and I chased him around the school, holding a pair of scissors 'till we arrived in a dark place.

"Aaahhhh!" I think I saw something!" I shouted as my voice echoed in that dark hallway.

"It's just me, bunny teeth. Wh-where are we?" He asked.

"I don't know." I whispered. Then suddenly someone grabbed my hand. "Ahhh! Carlo help me!"

"Eljin! Where are you!" He screamed through the dark.

Then, someone pulled me out of that dark place.

"Are you okay? I'm Dain by the way." A boy introduced.

"Oh hey, I'm Eljin."

Everything fell silent.

Then suddenly, I think something moved from that dark place and- Ahhhh! I threw my scissors at it (whatever it was) but then I realized it was just Carlo. His right arm is bleeding because of the scissors.

"Aaaaahhhhh!" He shouted.

"Ohhhh nooo!" Dain yelled.

"Soorrryyy!" I screamed.

Then Mrs. Tomson, our art teacher was walking through the hallways and saw us. She came towards us and almost fainted in seeing the situation.

"Oh my gosh!" Mrs. Tomson whispered to herself, looking pale.

"We better bring him to the clinic, Mrs. Tomson." Dain suggested.

"I-I'll just bring him." Mrs. Tomson said. She panicked and it seems that she doesn't know what to do.

She tried to carry Carlo but he was too heavy. Dain and I tried to help but she told us not to because we might hurt him even more. So, she just pulled Carlo's right leg until they arrived in the clinic. Fortunately, it was only a few feet away.

"I'm gonna die! I'm gonna die!" Carlo screamed in pain clutching his bleeding arm while Mrs. Tomson's still pulling his leg towards the clinic.

Dain and I looked shocked as we watched the two of them.