One Of A Kind (2ND DRAFT)

New Year

The sun began rising on a regular Wednesday morning, Dan awoke to the (several, in case he dismissed his previous in an exhausted haze) alarm. He lazily sat up in his bed. Eyes half shut and body still half asleep he crawled out of bed and let out a loud groan to tell his family he was up. Despite an extra two days, he was in no way prepared for the week. It took him around thirty minutes to prepare for school and fifteen minutes to get there. Perfect. He had exactly... twenty minutes until he was late. Guess he'd have to face being late, so much for a fresh start he was mentally boasting to himself about.

The school uniform was a plain white shirt, a black blazer and black trousers. With plain black footwear only, the uniform was accessorised with a plain dark blue tie that fitted well with the colour of his eyes. Dan's hair was messy, kind of bushy and poofy, charcoal colour. If he could be bothered, he'd gently comb (or flick) it to the right, over his eye. He thought it looked better, but his lazy personality meant that when it was flung back by the wind or bounced off his eyebrows and back in a curvy line over his nose he would just leave it.

He arrived late, as suspected, and got through lesson one, crawled through lesson two, barely managed to recover a little during a twenty minute break between lesson two and three, then dragged himself through the boring subject of poetry that always seems to take an etirnety to cover. Finally, lunch, the sun was at its highest and Dan could be with friends. Although, he was slightly unhappy with his current friends. It wasn't that he hated them, just that he felt like some new friends would be best alongside them. New people in his life would be a good thing, right? He decided to himself he needed new friends and fast. If it wasn't for multiple new students arriving in the school, Dan would've hoped to move and start new in some other school. He spent the hour of lunch trying to figure out how to introduce himself to person without coming across creepy or desperate or attracted to the person. His entire life had been one big failure of social activities. He either came of creepy, freaky or depressing. Not that his reputation for being a freak would give him any chances to change that. The whole hour was taken up with no success, despite his marvellously huge and creative open-mind, some things he just couldn't figure out for the life of him.

Lesson five was P.E, rugby to be specific. Hell for an unfit person like Dan. He was lanky, and had muscles but they weren't too impressive. He didn't look all too bad, but his stamina and low confidence and self esteem rapidly put a stop to that. And as he was about to learn himself, he had an annoyingly sensitive body. One quick tackle from the strongest classmate and he found himself slammed against the mud, his face grazed and arm bleeding. Ouch. How he got so weak was a mystery to him, and if there he was something he wasn't so happy about about him, it was that. He sat in the school's reception, clutching his arm as the receptionist tried to clean his cut. Teachers and students came in and out, giving him strange looks as they did.

A new girl sat beside him, small and one of the prettiest girl's Dan had seen his age. She had long chunky brunette hair like calm ocean waves of chocolate. It looked smooth and flat at the roots, then as it came closer to her chest it became more curled and intertwined with itself. She wore a rather uncomfortable and stiff looking version of the female uniform of the school: a black blazer and white shirt tucked into a black plaid skirt and jet-black opaque tights, that seemed to shine a strange sort of bronze colour in the sun peaking at her through the window. Alongside the boring blue tie and common smart black shoes. The school was convinced that these colours looked smart and made the students look good as groups and individually, whether they actually agreed was a topic you wouldn't get most talking about. She had deep, dreamy ocean blue eyes, quite a bit lighter than Dan's but not so much as to see a big difference. A light suntan suggested that she'd been somewhere hot on holiday. Or stayed out in the summer sun, despite how little there was of it. She truly was beautiful; Dan wondered how long it took her to look that good, or if it was just the lucky gift she was born with.

He felt the growing urge to talk to her, but she beat him to it!
"Hey, what you in for?" She smiled, proud of her joke as it made Dan chuckle.
"Not being fast enough while holding a rugby ball." He replied with a sarcastic smile.
She smiled sympathetically and investigated his arm. "Hard to believe with a skinny body like that."
"Funny, I like to say on the inside I'm some sort of eighty year old fat guy; my body works like an old man and I've got the stamina of a McDonald's regular."
She laughed out loud, cheering him up a lot more (Dan often told himself that if all else failed and he regained confidence, he'd try at being a comedian). They talked for a good while, finding quite a bit in common, and some things almost polar opposites of each other. But despite that, neither of them seemed to mind that they had little things they both liked. What seemed to matter the most to them was they both loved music, to play and sing; and they'd never get the confidence to perform in a crowd. He found out her name was Kayla, and gave her the nickname 'shorty' as she was only up to his stomach in height. True, Dan was pretty tall, but he would always enjoy making others feel smaller. In return, Dan got the nickname 'tree'. Not the best he'd heard, but certainly something new. Both of them traded phone numbers just before Dan was picked up to go home, both were smiling like idiots. It didn't take an idiot to see they'd be the best of friends.