Don't Forget To Knock

Chapter 1 - The Beginning

The name's Hall. Arabella Hall.
It's my 35th day at Cardi-Brown High School.
I'll just say CBHS.
And yes, I've been counting the days I've been trapped in this prison.
It was 5th period when we got a new student.
Erik.
He was from Sweden.
I said hello to him and he just cocked his head at me like I was speaking an entirely different language. Turns out, I was.
"Hallå, mitt namn är Erik."
Nobody spoke a lick of Swedish.
I assumed his name was Erik.
He sat in the seat next to me and said nothing for the rest of the period. I guess he was my friend now. The bell began to ring and everybody rushed out of the classroom, shoving me into numerous walls. As soon as I managed to get out, Erik appeared out of nowhere. He stared at me while eating a raw hot dog. I still don't know where he got it from.
I walked out to the lunch area and Erik followed.
Tony walked up to us.
"Who's this cute lil' thing you've got with you here?"
I sighed and paused for a moment.
"That's Erik. I think."
Good thing Erik didn't speak English. Otherwise he'd have to deal with my very gay friend, Tony.
Erik took another large bite of his raw hot dog and I wondered how he had not thrown up yet.
Tony looked at his watch and his facial expressions changed.
"Shit! I'm gonna be late for my AP class!"
And with that, he grabbed his backpack and bolted. I looked behind me and Erik was gone.
I tried to keep a low profile in this place, but now I had to go hunting for Erik.
"Oh fuck," I muttered under my breath.
Erik was repeatedly slapping Kathy's ass with his half-eaten—uh—yeah. Oh god.
Kathy looked pissed. This is bad news for me more than Erik, because she's the Queen Bee of the only class I truly care about. Art. Kathy is very well endowed, but nobody seems to like her. Nobody except Erik, that is. Fortunately, me and Kathy are pretty good friends.
Which brings me back to reality. I dragged Erik away who now was waving a piece of raw steak in the air as if it were a white flag. I decided that now would be a good time to ask Erik about himself.
"So Erik, do you like PewDiePie?"
"Ingen tik, vad gör jag ser ut."
I still had no clue what he was saying, or where the heck he was getting his assorted raw meats.
Kathy walked up to me and looked very confused. She seemed pretty nice.
"What was that about?"
"Uhh.."
"Well?"
"I honestly have no clue."
"Sure."
"I swear. This guy doesn't even speak English."
"What guy?"
Apparently Erik had managed to escape. Unfortunately, that left me to take the blame.
I slapped my forehead and waved her off.
"Just.. Just go."
The bell rang and Erik was nowhere to be found. My last period of the day was science. As I walked, I saw all the groups. Just think of the stereotypical emos, jocks, preps, nerds, stoners, Christians, and feminists all neatly placed into groups.
Thing is, people like me are the outsiders. We have no group.
It's better to stay off the radar because otherwise you'll get into a lot of shit. Although, there's definitely a lot more groups than just the ones I named.

"Erik Cren, report to the front office."
I wondered what happened.
Five minutes later, there was another announcement.
"Students, please do not hit people with raw meat and/or bring raw meat to school."
Of course. I should have known. The bell began to ring and I left for home.
I watched the beautiful sunset and I thought,
"Nothing can go wrong."