We Are Of The Reckless Kind

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I hate school.

It's one of the things I hate the most about life.

I mean, what's the point, anyway? You go to this lame building to be around these lame people only to be taught by these lame teachers who don't know how to do their lame job.

And today, was all about school.

It's the first day of school here in Sydney, to clear it up for you. And the first day of school has always been hell for me. But every year mom and dad have to make it worse for me by moving. Every. Freaking. Year.

My mom and dad have this charity organisation which they run themselves. It earns them a decent amount of money. More than we need anyway.

So this year, it was Australia.

I don't miss the US and I don't mind traveling around the world, but the meeting new people part does freak me out. I'm not a sociable person. And the one thing that I hate the most about school, are the cliques. I mean, why can't anyone just mind their own goddamn business and not single anyone out.

It happens to me all the time. 'Oh look at that weirdo.'  'Hun, you can't hang out with us, go find some nerds to annoy.' Ouch.

My mom woke me up with bringing pancakes into my room.

'Good start of the day' I thought to myself.

"Morning, sweetie. How are you feeling? Are you sad because it's the first day of school?" Typical.

"Mom, just because I was diagnosed with clinical depression doesn't mean I have to be sad all the time." she nodded. "But alas, mother, you do have a point that it is the first day of school and I do not, under any circumstance, want to get out of this bed."

"Come on. It's a great day. And I have a feeling that you're gonna make some friends today."

"Yeah like I always do." I spat.

I could see the sadness in her eyes as she left my room. I always feel bad for snapping at her but sometimes she just needs to let me be my lonely, depressed self.

I looked around my closet to find something to wear and I settled for a sleeveless Blink-182 shirt and black skinny jeans because I hated wearing shorts. Even though it was hot like in satan's house. I just don't like myself that much.

I grabbed my phone and ran downstairs to apologize to my mom. I didn't feel bad enough to apologize, but I needed a ride to school. Awful, l know. But it's not my fault I was bipolar and I had to snap once in a while. Oh, here's a fun fact. Did I tell you I had every disease possible? You name it, I've got it. Except cancer. I still don't have that.

"Look, mom, sorry..."

"No, it's okay. I was being too pushy." she was trying to smile but she still had that sadness in her eyes.

"No, you weren't. I was being a brat." No, I wasn't. "And you know I'm trying to control it." I'm not. Not really.

She, again, flashed a smile that didn't reach her eyes and spread her arms to hug me. I didn't do hugs but guilt was taking over me. At least I feel something.

We walked to the car while the wind was blowing like hell. I swear if I knew Australia would be this windy I would've stayed in the US by myself. I swear, if my perfect 'not trying' black hair gets messy, I will... And then I realized. It already is a mess.

"It's just like this today. Usually, it's really nice." she said, reading my mind.

The ride to school was really quiet and uncomfortable. I don't know if it was her not forgiving me or me not feeling guilty enough for talking back.

I went to the principal's office and got my schedule. Nevermind my numerous diseases, I did pretty good at school. I looked at my schedule and it was okay. At least Art was my 6th period. I would die if it was Physics. I mean, I love Physics but my attention span starts shrinking after the 4th period.

I started walking to my 1st period class and, of course, bumped into someone. Typical.

"Sorry." I said while picking up all the papers I just got at the principals office.

"No, it's my fault. I swear I have to stop texting while walking."

I looked up to see this brunette. She was really pretty and immediatelly, I felt self-conscious.

"Wow, you listen to Blink? Or you're just wearing the shirt because it's cool?"

I laughed. "No, I listen to them."

"Oh. My. God. What's your 1st period?" she was pretty much hyperventilating by now.

"Um, AP Math."

"Yes! Let's walk together."

We got to Math and the teacher looked pretty hot if you ask me. And I'm really hard to impress. I don't really like boys. And it's not in the way you think. I've just never found someone I could hang out with without having the pressure of actually hanging out.

"So this year is gonna be interesting. Since it's your last one, we saved the best for last." the teacher, whose name I didn't really bother to remember, even though he was hot. And when I say hot, I mean full on hot, like Derek Hale in Teen Wolf.

"I bet." a sarcastic voice and a snort was heard from the back of the class.

I turned around and saw a boy with blonde hair, sitting carelessly. I rolled my eyes and turned back around to the front of the class.

"Thank you for the optimism, Luke." Mr. Whateverhisnameis answered almost with the same level of sarcasm in his voice. I was impressed.

Throughout the whole class I kept looking to the back of the classroom at Luke. And every damn time I caught him staring at me.

I was grateful when the bell rang. I picked up my things and left the classroom before anyone could make conversation with me.

Oh, I haven't told you about the girl I bumped into. Her name is Grace, which is pretty ironic because mine is Hazel. She is a Sydney native and a true Aussie. Her words, not mine. She warned me to not get involved with Luke multiple times. And that's pretty much it. We also have the same interests so that's always nice. She said she needed to leave after 3rd period so that meant I was alone. For lunch. Ugh.

Anyway, 2nd and 3rd went by faster than I expected. Then it was time for lunch.

I sat at a table next to the trash can, alone. I mean, I wasn't expecting for people to jump me and send me friend requests on Facebook, but I was kinda disappointed. With Grace gone, I had nobody. So I decided to plug in my headphones and plug out of reality.

About 15 minutes into lunch a guy sat across from me. I sighed and pressed pause on my phone.

"What?" I asked, clearly annoyed.

"Wow, take a chill pill, Jesus." he smiled.

"The last time I checked, my name is not Jesus."

He laughed. "Well, Not Jesus, can I interest you in sitting down next to us?" he motioned toward a group of what I assumed were his friends and one caught my eye in particular. Luke.

"Even though I enjoy being called Not Jesus, that is still my stage name. When I'm off duty you can call me Hazel."

He laughed again. "I'm Calum. And those assholes over there are Michael, Ashton and..." Luke. "Luke."

I looked at Luke and he was grinning.

This is gonna be a long lunch.