unconsciously searching

Chapter 1

" No violence on school grounds"

"No verbal abuse toward teachers and peers"

" No alcohol or drugs on school grounds"

the list of rules seemed to go on forever, i mean sure a school has its rules, but who did they think i was? to straighten things out, I'm not a criminal. i just always seem to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. it was like this endless amounts of unfortunate events that eventually end up to me spending six months in Juvenile prison and then tossed around in a couple foster homes and eventually thrown into a new school. although, let me tell you, things could be worse.

"understand?" the school principle said

i nodded. try as i might i couldn't remember her name. something P? no... it must of been M.... whatever. my Brain was still foggy from my previous night spent sleeplessly tossing and turning in the fold able bed i lived on, in a basement, with a constantly dripping faucet. i rubbed my eyes

"OK Mr fenix, i'll just go and print out your schedule.

i nodded once again, trying hopelessly to find something to say but failing.

i looked around the office. Everything seemed new and clean, nothing like my old school.

I could feel my stomach twist and turn inside of me. i was nervous, i admitted to myself. i couldn't help it! i didn't want rumors to be spread of me, people didn't need to know about me or my past. unfortunately i knew that vague idea was far fetched, news always spreads quickly and pretty soon i will be known as the kid with no parents and the dude whose a criminal. even though I'm not. lets just straiten that out.