Reality

Chapter 3 - The Tour

The bus pulled up along side the school. "Alright, everyone off," Mark shouted. We all stood up, and walked off. Tom shoved me, trying to topple the line. He failed, and in return, I stomped on his foot. He stifled a cry, and gave me a death stare. "Asshole...." I muttered.

The front of the school was relatively tidy. There were trees lined up out the front near the road, and students were lingering around. Some of them waved at me, but I just looked down. I never was good with other students. We walked forward into the primary area. There were kids EVERYWHERE, some sitting and chatting, others playing handball, some walking around.

"Ash!" I turned, and watched as a little girl, about seven years old, sprinted up to Ash with a big smile on her face. "Lily!" They hugged eachother, and both Cris and I started looking around awkwardly. "Ash has way too many fetus friends..." I muttered. "Hmm?" Ash said. "Nothing, nothing. We should get going. Class is about to start." They both nodded. Ash said goodbye to Lily, and we all walked into the quad, in the senior section of the school.

The senior section was alot bigger than primary, therefore students had their own places to sit, designated by the students themselves. The newcomers, Year 7s, were only allowed to stay near their bag racks, out front of the Food Tech room, near the quad. Down the stairs from there was the Year 8 area, where I set down my bag. A flurry of greetings came my way, but I ignored most of them. They didn't really care; Westy's lollies distracted them.

I decided to walk over to where Cris would hang out, at the Year 9 and Year 10 areas. Because they are so close, they decided to just merge the two groups together. Cris was putting his bag down on the racks, and greeting his friends. I changed my mind, and walked past him. He didn't notice me.

I looked up at the bell as it started ringing. "God, that's still fucking annoying..." I walked along with everyone, pushed up the stairs back into the quad. I lined up with the other students, and waited for the bore of assembly. Eventually, the teachers ventured into the quad with the students. The head teacher, Mr. Well, walked onto the podium. He started sprouting useless words about learning and shit that I really didn't need then.

"Fucking teacher. Doesn't he know that people don't fucking care about what he says?"  The bell finally rang, and we all went to break off for class. I spotted Westy, moving off. "Hey, Westy!" I called out. He turned and looked at me with a grin. "Yeah, mate?" he replied. "What do we have?" I asked. He pulled out a little slip of paper, his timetable pressumably. "We have.....Art."
"Crap. Art? Of all things. Ms. Money better be here.". I walked down the steps to the Art Room. "Hey, retard!" I turned around to see Tom and his friends standing there, everyone else around us in a circle.