The Struggles of a Teenage White Kid

Part 1: Lemonade

Footsteps echo down the empty hallway, he walks alone. There are two branching hallways to his left and right, each filled with girls chatting and boys screwing around. 

"When life gives you lemons, make lemonade!"

A voice yells from behind him. He turns to see a girl, probably a freshmen.

"Look kid, unless life gives you sugar and water, your lemonade's gonna suck."

 He says with a deep sigh. She turns and walks back ignoring his existence like everyone else. He puts his hood up and continues down the hallway, but he doesn't get to far. Something catches his eye as he slowly drifts down the hallway, a girl, not to much taller than him, with luscious blonde locks, and beautiful blue eyes like staring into the sky. She looks at him briefly and looks away so not to look like she cared to her friends. She was different. She was compationate and caring. Her friends were bitchy slutty know-it-all girls. She was like the yellow perch in the group of salmon, different, but still fit into place. Something about this girl was catching his eye and he didn't know what it was. Was it something she had? Or maybe something about her clothing? It didn't matter then, because before he could even say "hi" the 9:20 bell had gone off. He always anticipated first period, because it was the one place he had relatable people to talk to. People with problems similar to his. He stops in a small science room with about 15 or so kids in it, all freshmen. A smiling Asian looking teacher is giving out high fives at the door. Rather than high fiving, the two fist bump. 

"Your stuff is over in the storage room bud"

She says with a warm hearted smile. This is Ms. Hamilton, she has won the teacher of the year award for 2 years in a row, and only teaches freshmen this year. She was always his favorite teacher, he doesn't have her anymore. He walks in the storage room door to reveal a trashy beat up case. He picks it up by the handle and walks out, she waves to him as he walks to the band room. He sits down in the back row, his friends had already gotten his music stand and chair for him, Andrew and Kaylee follow him and sit with him. These are his friends. They like to talk about video games, anime, D&D, etc. Basicly your average nerd group. Class caries out like any normal day, then the 10:20 bell rings, and kids flock to their next class. He gets to his second period and a seating chart is up on the board. He is sat at a table known as table 2. Four others join him, their names are Jessica, Makayla, Andrew, and Grace. He looks over to see the girl from the hallway. Her name was Grace... Today was their free day to just relax. Grace and him chat for a bit and get to know each other, and the class ends on a moderately good note. He walks down the major hallway to his science class, but gets pushed down on the way. A punk with red hair, glasses, and earings is standing in front of him. This is Caleb. They beat him up while he is laying on his back. They kick him while he's down. He enters science class with an insane bruise on his right arm, and two black eyes as well as some other bruises on his body. He takes a seat with two more of his friends, Brayden and Kris. Nobody acknowledges him at first, not even his friends. The girl one table over says something to him. 

"Are you ok orange guy?"

He turns to see Veronica's sweet face. This is Veronica, her eyes green like a well kept field, and her red hair, her ruby red lips and glasses. A pretty slender body with a more than excellent pair of breasts and a fine ass.