Poison ✔️

One

One

I sighed, walking down the sidewalk that seemed unending each step. My thoughts were contradicting, half of me wanted to go to school for my last year, but the other half wanted to walk straight to the bookstore and begin another shift. Mom wouldn't care, she has been against me going to school in the first place, it took me away from making her money. I took a deep breath releasing it slowly to calm my thoughts, I'd try it out for today.

Completely enthralled in my own thoughts I walked straight into someone's hard chest, I let out a squeak as I waited for the impact that never came. "You alright there?" a deep voice asked. I opened my eyes gasping at the sex god that stood in front of me. I watched as he hauled me up with ease, waiting until I was steady on my own two feet before letting me go. "Sorry." I muttered looking at my feet. How stupid could I get walking into someone? "It's fine, just watch where you're going next time," the man flashed me a smile before walking off. God, who the hell was he? I shook my head, walking the rest of the way to school hoping that this day would go alright.

Making my way towards the office I looked around at my new surroundings. It'd been awhile since I'd been to school, but it hadn't changed at all -- the beige lockers along every hallway, the same grey paint chipping in spots all over the school, all the informational posters that no one ever read, etc. The same old boring. "Here's your schedule dear," the receptionist handed me my schedule as well as a map of the school. She was a nice elderly lady, her hair was starting to turn white, which I found suited her warm chocolate brown eyes. "Thank you." I whispered, leaving the office while looking at my schedule. First class started in five minutes; english. It wasn't necessarily a bad subject for me, so I'd do just fine, hopefully.

I walked to where I hoped the classroom was, sighing in relief when I found it. Walking in I sat down in the back, praying that I wouldn't have to introduce myself. Teachers were mostly bitches if they made you introduce yourself to the class, everyone knew before hand if there was going to be a new student, so it was pointless; it only drew unneeded attention towards you. I was nothing for anybody, a nobody and I wanted to keep it that way. Maybe that's why I always wore black tattered old skinny jeans, old oversized hoodies that hid my small frame, and thick rimmed glasses that hid my bright blue eyes, making them dull and uninteresting. I didn't care that the look made me look ratty, it wasn't like my mom would ever buy me anything. She'd rather spend it on drugs, sex or food and I liked the clothes anyways.

I jumped as the bell rang, lost in my own thoughts once again which I seemed to be doing a lot lately. Sighing I watched as a woman walked in, looking to be in her mid-thirties. Curly hair that had been pinned messily out of her face, little to no makeup from what I could tell, and a turtleneck. She looked like a nice person, but that soon ended when she spoke "Alright class, before we begin let's have the new student introduce himself." she started glancing around the room to find where I sat. I let out a shaky breath, standing from where I was seated. "My name's Zachary Flynn, I'm 18 years old and I love to read," I surprised myself. I hadn't stuttered. I sat back down keeping my head down as everyone whispered around me, talking down about anything and everything that they could find 'wrong' with me. "Whats up with his clothes?" one whispered making me tense slightly. Maybe I should have just stuck with online schooling...

"Now that that's settled, let's get on with today's lesson," She nodded in my direction as if in approval.

Classes went by slowly and by lunch I was ready to go home. People were exhausting. I kept my head down as I walked towards my locker, hoping I'd be left alone, this was ridiculous, every person I passed made fun of my clothing, or something of that nature. I honestly thought I looked fine. I gasped as I tripped over something my books scattering all over the floor, cursing as I landed on my wrist I winced "Watch where you're going twerp," I heard a male spit out before walking on my open sketchbook. I let out another breathy sigh, I was not going to deal with this; not here.