The Emo School (A Fanfic)

Chapter 29

Autumn

I slowly approached the front steps to my school, doing my best to delay the start of my day. Once I finally reached them, I climbed up one by one until I got to the top.

It was now time to enter the dreaded place we call school.

I looked down at my black combat boots before I went inside. They were tied tightly and went up to about my mid-shin, over my black leggings of course.

I felt cute today. I was wearing my black Kurt Cobain tank top, my favorite black boots, and my simple black leggings. Plus, to top it all off I even went through the extra effort of curling my long, blonde, hair.

There is no way Shane can make fun of me today. There's no reason for me to speak to him, and I'm not ugly today, (at least I truly hope not), but my point is, him and his very large and intimidating group of friends have no reason to comment on me unless it's something nice.

I took one last deep breath after reassuring myself that no matter what happens today I'll be okay, and I finally entered my school.

You're probably wondering why I'm so scared to come to school. The truth is that school isn't all that bad, it's just the people that are cruel and unforgiving.

I feel like the worst type of situation to be in is the unpredictable kind. Unfortunately, school puts me in this type of situation on almost a daily basis.

It's a very large portion of the reason I have chronic anxiety. If my awareness wasn't constantly being tested I might feel a little bit better all around.

I carry great disdain for the fact that kids are mean, but unfortunately, that's just the way it is.

My first class is algebra one, so I made my way there immediately. Lord only knows what Mrs.Fisher would do if I were to be late.

It's overwhelming to walk down the halls of a high school. To start, it's totally over crowded. (And with smelly teenagers need I mention.) Secondly, you see so many heartbreaking things just on your way to a class.

Kids being shoved and kicked, emotionally drained from all of the wicked words bullies have spoken to them, it's just awful.

I do my best to avoid these things but it seems as if the bullies find me. The way it works with them is if you attract one, you attract all. They travel in packs, just like animals.

That's all I see them as though. Just animals. But I suppose that's an insult to animals so,...

Anyways, I walked into algebra one and Mrs.Fisher stopped me.

I was alarmed when she put her hand on my shoulder and restrained me from proceeding into the classroom.

My amber eyes darted to her as the dull expression of her face switched to an annoyed expression.

"You're needed in the office Autumn." She spoke monotonosly, as always.

"The office? Did they say why?" I asked her a bit concerned.

They didn't just ask for people to come to the office for fun, so I hope I'm not in trouble. In fact, I don't even know what I could've done.

Mrs.Fisher's silver eyebrows furrowed in a frustrated gesture and that seemingly ever present scowl returned to her face.

Man, did she hate her job.

"No. They did not say why. Only that it was urgent so I suggest you hurry up and get there instead of staying here and arguing with me. This is considered truancy you know? I could have you written up easily."

What is she even saying anymore?

Have you ever had one of those teachers that don't know what's going on 99.9% of the time and are often grumpy and make no sense when they go to reprimand someone? Yeah, well that's Mrs.Fisher for you.

After apologizing to her and being yelled at for another ten minutes, I was finally on my way to the office.

My heart was picking up its pace as my feet did. The loud echo my boots made every time I took a step in the empty school hallway was the only thing keeping my mind from wondering.

If I was in trouble then dad will be so disapointed. I don't want to let him down, so if I did do something bad I hope I can at least make it right before he finds out.

The walk to the office seemed like an eternity but it was also a huge relief when I finally reached the large, metal door that sat in front of it.

I took another deep breath and opened the door, walking up to the secretary's desk and waiting for her to finish up on the phone.
She looked up at me and smiled softly after she hung the phone up.

"Hello sweetheart." She said in a kind tone of voice, in fact, the first kind person I've come across all day.

"Hey, I was called to the office?" I asked smiling warmly back at her.

"Oh, what's your name?"

"Autumn Dost."

"Ahh yes. Principal Hill would like to see you in his office." She said.

Oh great, so now I'm going to the principal's office. There's no way I'm not in trouble at this point. It's like I either did something super amazing, or something extremely bad. There is no in between.

"Do you by any chance know what this is about?" I asked her, dying for any information before I went through that door oblivious to the situation at hand.

She shook her head no. "I'm sorry but no sweetie. If it makes you feel any better though, he usually retrieves students that are in trouble on his own rather than paging them. I don't think you're in any trouble."

Well, at least I have the secretary on my side. If she doesn't think I'm in trouble then I must be golden right?

"Thanks." I said walking over to the principal's office and knocking on the door softly.

"Come in." He said in his deep voice.

He's really a nice guy, he just can seem intimidating at times. Especially with that voice of his.

I opened the door and stepped into his office. I was about to enter farther but I suddenly froze.

I couldn't move, my body is in shock mode.

Right in front of me sat Pete Wentz, bassist of Fall Out Boy. What the heck is he doing in a school like this?

"Ah, you must be Autumn. It's about time you arive. I've been waiting all morning." He smiled brightly at me.

"Y-you've been waiting, f-for me?" I could barely get my words out right.

He nodded and continued smiling that radiant smile of his that seemed to literally light up the room.

"Please, have a seat. I have a proposal for you." He spoke.

Oh my god, is Pete Wentz asking me to marry him?

"Yes. I don't know what it is but yes." I said quickly as I sat down.

He chuckled softly, looking over at Mr.Hill who seemed kind of at a loss for words. I wonder what Pete had said to him before I came in here.

"Just hear me out here before you go committing yourself to something you aren't guaranteed to like." He said.

"O-okay." I looked at him, still in awe of the fact that I was having a conversation with one of my inspirations.

This proposal should be interesting...