Disposable Teens ~Maniggy~

Chapter 1 - The First Day

Jeordie released an exhausted and disgruntled sigh, whilst rummaging through his closet, which mostly only consisted of various t-shirts, hoodies, and dresses.
Reaching out for the fabric of a particular black dress, his dark eyes lingered over it for a few moments, before he shoved it down the rack and moved on to the next item.
"Not today, old friend.." He muttered under his breath to the black garment, prying a Star Wars hoodie off a hanger instead, as a final selection.
Something simple that would hopefully keep most attention away from him- at least for the first day; Though his inner thoughts led him to believe that no matter how he looked, he wouldn't exactly be widely accepted.
The effeminate young man just wasn't the sort of person that people seemed to like. His old school being a prime example of that, though it wasn't as bad as one would assume. A few 'faggot's here and there tossed by bull-headed jocks in the halls and a couple of anticlimactic fights every now and again. Jeordie was the underdog of the junior class.
What he lacked in appearance, he'd attempt to make up for in courage, putting up a fight each and every time he was pushed around. Of course, there's only so much a scrawny boy in a dress can do....
And because he'd fought back, and because he was the odd one, and because he was the 'outcast faggot in women's clothes', he was the one to face the backlash and be expelled after the fourth or fifth scuffle between classes.

He puffed out my cheeks and huffed, attempting to mentally prepare himself for the day to come.
After chugging down some coffee, slipping on my shoes and grabbing my book-bag, He shuffled toward the front door of his house, not bothering to mutter a goodbye to his mother on the way out as a conversation with her would most likely just lead to her nagging him about the foundation and eyeliner he'd messily applied to his face that morning.
Best to just avoid it altogether, he thought to myself as his sneakers hit the paved sidewalk.
He only lived about one mile from St. Peter's high school, the establishment he was being forced to attend, so catching a bus or getting a ride seemed pointless when he could just walk his happy ass there every morning. It'd taken about ten minutes to arrive if he had to guess, and he paused briefly to examine the brick structure that bore the school's name and a message board beneath it, where they would post upcoming dates and such. Despite the few students and buses passing by Jeordie, toward the entrance of the school, he groaned outwardly upon reading the message which the board prominently featured; 'Give your best effort and leave the rest to God' in plastic-looking black letters behind the glass.
Practically cringing, Jeordie shook his head and quickly turned to walk toward the front doors of the school where students were slowly flooding in.
He raked a hand through his tangled hair, braced himself for what was surely to come, and pushed his way inside.

Getting in wasn't too bad. The lanky individual only received a few odd glances- either for the faint makeup smeared across his face or his messy, dreaded hair.
For a brief moment, Jeordie had to wonder how his mother had managed to find a school was lenient enough to not buzzcut his hair, yet was simultaneously self-righteous enough to try and force God upon him. The woman must have done some serious searching, which was hard to believe considering she could barely stay sober enough to earn a job at a grocery store.

After nudging his way through the crowd to get to the front office, the next ten minutes or so consisted of Jeordie standing awkwardly, rocking on his heels, and waiting for one of the bespectacled old ladies behind the desk to offer their assistance.
One finally stood up from her game of internet solitaire and sludged her way forward.
"Can I help you......boy?" She squawked out, fixing her glasses and squinting as if she had to wait for her vision to adjust before she could identify the new student as male.
Jeordie felt like he were being appraised; Shoving his hands into the pocket of his hoodie, which was baggy and hanging off his tiny frame, Jeordie glanced around the office curiously and attempted to make as little eye contact as possible with the woman whom was currently glaring at him through squinty blue eyes.

"Uh..Yeah, I'm new here..." Jeordie prompted, awkward, and self conscious under the extended scrutiny.
And the young man was only met with silence from the grandma and her malicious gaze.
Jeordie cleared his throat quietly.

"So, uh, I need my schedule..." He continued, expectantly.
After a long and uncomfortable stretch of silence, the staff member finally moved to the closest computer and croaked out "Name?"

"Jeordie." He answered in a sheepish manner, twirling a tangle of hair around a finger.

"Jordan?" She asked cynically, obviously hard of hearing.

"No, uh..Jeordie. Jeordie White." He corrected as politely as possible, clearing his throat yet again and waiting patiently as the woman gave a brief nod and began printing out his schedule.
Once finished, she pulled the fresh paper from the printer with bony fingers and hobbled out from behind the desk, heading in the direction of the hall.
"Follow me. I'll be showing you around today." She told Jeordie, gesturing him to follow along by crooking a finger.
Just great, He'd thought to himself, with a quiet scoff, sighing softly, lamenting this already violent blow to any chance he had of making a good impression at the school.
Nonetheless, rather than protesting, he sulks after his guide in a defeated manner, gaze leveled at his shoes.

The first stop on their journey was Jeordie's locker, where the woman who'd briefly and inaudibly introduced herself as Mary, began to explain, step by step, the process of using his combination lock, despite him quietly mentioning that he already knew.

To Jeordie's best knowledge, he thought their were some sort of guidelines, laws or rules that kept public schools from being so openly biased to a religion- or openly religious at all. And yet, while closing his locker and wobbling along, Mary was sure to mention the Morning Sermon, which took place with in a suspiciously chapel-like auditorium.
Though it was 'optional' in the words of his old lady exposition-leader, it seemed more or less unavoidable, for as they strolled down the hall, Jeordie witnessed at least six teachers reminding students at random to attend.
And because it was Jeordie's first day; In order for him to experience the full-extent of the school's amenities, he was dragged along by the hag showing him around, with no option as to otherwise.
Lucky him.

With a soft sigh, the dejected-looking Jeordie obediently seated himself on a long pew-esque bench.
With Mary (far-too-closely) at his side and an old man droning praises at the front of the room, Jeordie rolled his eyes and tried to entertain himself with his own thoughts.
Optional my ass.

It was going to be a long day.