Trapped

The welcoming

"So, this is it," says Michael, looking at the school building in front of him. My new school, he thought.
"Yes, I know it's nothing like your school back in New York," his mother says and puts her hand on his shoulder, "but we need this Michael." She tries her best to smile. And not cry.
"I know, mom... It's just," he sighs. "Never mind, see ya later." He kisses her forehead, and walks into the building.

Michael goes through everything a new student goes through.
First, he gets his schedule paper by waiting half an hour, sitting next to a big guy.
"I'm Kol," says the guy while offering his hand to Michael.
Weird name, he thought.
"Michael." He replies and shakes Kol's hand.
"You're new," Kol demands rather than asks.
"Yes." Michael never liked those big, bad boys.
They were always mean to him.
Kol was by all means big, probably six-one.
He looked mean.
He had dark brown eyes, thick eyebrows, kind of a square face.
Michael was almost scared of him. Almost.
But then Kol smiles, and he suddenly doesn't look so mean; he looks nice.
Big, bad, mean popular guys never smiled to Michael before.
"I'm already in trouble, man," he chuckles then rubs his face with his hands.
"What did you do?"
"What didn't I do!" He smiles and looks up.
"I'm always here so it doesn't matter. What did you do?"
"Schedule." Michael says.
"Yeah, right."
"For real. It's my first day anyways."
Kol nods.
"Michael Henderson come in." A woman calls out from the office.
"Nice meeting you, Michael."
"You too." He smiles at Kol then walks to the office.

After he gets his schedule, he gets introduced in class.
"Tell us about yourself." The blonde teacher in his first class says.
"My name is Michael Henderson. I moved here this weekend from New York"
"Dumbass." He heard one of the students hiss out.
"Okay, go sit Michael." The teacher tried her best to smile.

Then it's time for break.
He sits alone in the cafeteria.
It doesn't matter that I'm alone, he tells himself.
I'm not here to make friends or anything, he assures himself, just as a girl grabs the chair and sits in front of him. She extends her hand and he shakes it.
"I'm Emma," she says. She had dark blonde hair with a shade of red.
Weird names, weird hair colors. What is this place, he thinks.
"Hi, I'm Michael."
"Yeah I know. You're what everyone is talking about," She says too fast.
He looks at her in disbelief.
"Yup, new mysterious guy, black leather jacket with grey-bluish eyes that keep a lot of secrets," she says in sarcastic way and laughs a bit. "Some are even betting you have a motorcycle." He chuckles.
"Oh, no don't say you do," she begs.
"Nope, I don't" he says. I don't, but I did before everything changed.
"Anyways, we have Algebra 2 together now. Let's go," she says.

Looks like he might be getting a friend after all.
It's not like he never had friends; he had a best-friend back in NYC named Chuck. Chuck was the person that Michael shared everything with, told his secrets to.
"Yeah, let's go," he says and they walk.

In class, the teacher keeps talking nonesense.
He never liked math and he wasn't good at it. But his mother makes him take it.
So, he drifts deep away in his thoughts, thinking about the past and all that had happened to him in just one year, the future and what's waiting for him.
He thinks about everything but the present. After class, Emma introduced him to a few of her friends, but none of them seemed interested enough to stay and chat, as if he was a business deal to be interested in or not.
He walked home, getting lost a bit since he only moved last weekend to this town. This stupid town.

"Mom, I'm home," he shouts.
"Hey, honey." She hugs him, she smells of baking. "How was your first day?" she asked. Even though she tried to hide it, he could still see that she was worried and that she somehow blamed herself for everything. So he lied to make her feel better. He had to lie. For his mother.
"It was good. Honestly I thought the school is fine, and the teachers are nice. They even offered to give me private lessons so I could catch up," he says. "Oh, and I even made a new friend. Emma her name is." He smiles.
"I love you Mikey." She tears up and hugs him.
"Me too." He hugs her back.

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