A/N: I felt like the last chapter was all over the place, and that's because it's annoying starting a story and it's my first time using Wattpad. I think starting the story off is the hardest part of writing because you need to set the scene and introduce the characters. You've got the plot all figured out you just don't know where to start. I'm currently on holiday and I'm not sleeping and so I really want to go home :/ on the last chapter I tried doing the thoughts in italics but it wouldn't let me so I'm going to do it in bold instead. I'm blabbing on xD enjoy this chapter.
Tyler lifted his trembling hand, and placed it on the door handle leading to his first class, English.
Deep breaths he thought. Don't make a fool of yourself. Just enter and sit as close to the back as possible.
Feeling his heart beating in his chest, he turned the handle and entered the room. He quickly shuffled in, eyes plastered to the ground, only taking tiny glances up to see where a free desk was. The desk in the far corner is the one he chose. After placing his bag by the side of his chair he decided to observe his surroundings and all the people he was taking this class with. It was a very clean and tidy classroom, all the desks and chairs organised in a nice straight line and in neat rows, the whiteboard very clean and looking brand new. The teachers desk at the front looked rather grand, must've come from an antique shop. It's table legs had some carvings going up all the way to the flat, varnished top, but Tyler couldn't make out what they were. On the desk was a computer and by the side of it lay black and blue white board markers. The room was brightly lit, probably to wake students up in the morning, and the early arrivers were either, texting or playing games on their phones, or having whispered conversations.
The door suddenly opened, and it was followed by voices and laughter. There was about five people coming in, but one caught Tyler's eye. He stood out from the rest of them, and it wasn't just his pink fluffy hair that made him different. Tyler's eyes followed this boy as he and his friends came in and took a seat. The boys laugh warms Tyler like a hot chocolate does on a cold winters day. The cute crinkles in his face when he smiles, the sparkle in his brown, comforting eyes. Tyler thought in general that this boy's face was a gift from the Gods.
After a couple of minutes of Tyler staring at the cute boy, the teacher came through the door and he snapped back into to reality. The teacher introduced herself and told the class what topics they were covering this year; poetry, a play by Shakespeare, and looking at passages and analysing them to death, or so she said. Tyler really enjoyed English, especially poetry. He liked the idea of someone writing about something, but not saying what it is, and for other people to figure out what it's all about and how they interpret the poem individually. He also found poetry very helpful to get rid of negative feelings that he had. There's a draw in his desk filled with notebooks containing heaps of different poems he wrote down, he's very proud of them but to afraid to share them.
After two other classes, it was lunch. Since Tyler hadn't made any friends yet he sat on his own with not much on his plate. He looked over at the loudest table that, of course, included the cute, pink haired boy. Tyler so badly wanted to be friends with them; three girls, they looked very welcoming, but Tyler was afraid they wouldn't accept him and they'd do the same thing that he escaped from, and two boys, including the pink haired cutie.
Tyler slowly picked through his lunch, white bread with tomato soup and cheese, occasionally glancing at the cotton candy haired boy. A muffled chime came from his pocket, so he reached and brought out his phone.
1:34 PM
From Mum: Hey sweetie, how's your day going? I'm going to be home late tonight as I have a lot to do, which means I am unable to pick you up. There should be some stuff in the fridge if you get hungry. Love you, Mum xEven though they moved to Columbus, his mother still worked at the same place she used to when Tyler was living with his farther. Nothing much changed, except losing the physical pain, he still experienced the emotional and verbal pain, but it was always at night.
After all the classes, most of them spent imagining going out on dates with the pink haired boy and hanging out with his friends, feeling wanted for a change, he walked home. It wasn't a long walk, about 5 or 10 minutes, but it felt so short because he was getting distracted by the thought of the pink haired boy. But then he would never be able to date a person like him, first off he would be horrified at the fact that a guy liked him, and second, he'll never notice or want to be friends with a troubled boy who is painted with bruises and scars.
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Promise Me Slowtown
FanfictionTyler, a young, troubled boy, moves to a new college to escape from his farther. Little does he know that this would be the best and worst part of his life. A special someone comes into his life but then his past comes to haunt him. ⚠️Contains self...