The Doubt Fic

Chapter 1 Part 1

"Tyler sweetie! Wake up!" Kelly shook Tyler eagerly, earning an annoyed groan, "come on!"

It was six in the morning; she'd just bursted into his room, opened the curtains and was now shaking the sleepy boy, so he'd get ready.

"Why do I have to wake up so early?" Tyler asked, completely clueless. Kelly sighed and replied with,

"You're going to catholic school today."

"Oh. I'm sorry momma, I forgot," he frowned, disappointed in himself. She sat next to Tyler on his white bedsheets, smoothed his hair back and pressed a soft kiss to her sons forehead.

"Don't be, it's okay. Just go get ready!" she smiled sincerely and Tyler obliged.

He got out of bed, changed into almost all black clothing and fluffed up his brown hair. He checked himself out in the mirror and decided he looked decent enough to go. Once he'd eaten breakfast, they were right out the door.

The drive to school consisted of kelly asking Tyler if he had packed all the school essentials and making sure that if he felt even slightly overwhelmed, he'd call home and ask to be picked up. Tyler didn't pay much attention, as he was staring out the window at the rain, that pored down violently. Kelly seemed to be way more nervous, than Tyler himself.

"I promise momma, I'll be fine!" he laughed, as they pulled into the school parking lot.

"Okay, okay. What's my phone number? I need you to remember it."

"543-788-5557"

"Oh joy," she smiled, wrapping Tyler in a short, but sweet hug, "have fun!"

"I'll try."

Tyler made his way following several other students, into the front entrance of the school as the rain pounded down, around them. He looked at each unfamiliar face, they all held a 'I really don't want to be here' kind of expression. Every one of them looked exhausted and dead inside, like a bunch of zombies walking around, Tyler thought.

Hundreds of voices were speaking at once, each talking about different topics. Tyler began to think about how every one of these students all have different things going on in their lives. Everyone is dealing with something unspoken. Everyone has different thoughts, plans, opinions and views on the world. So much was happening on earth, all at once and in separate places, it was impeccable to Tyler.

He was snapped out of his thoughts, as a resource teacher approached him. She had blond hair, cut into a bob style, circular rimmed glasses and very vibrant pink lipstick. Her ocean blue eyes lit up, as she spoke to Tyler,

"Hello, you must be Tyler. My name is Mrs. Quinn. I'll be helping you throughout the year with your school work. Don't hesitate to talk to me about your personal life though, I'm not one to judge, I just like helping. Feel free to talk to me about anything." She smiled giddily, clearly excited to be working with a new student.

Geez, Tyler thought, I can't even remember your name, let alone your fricking life story.

"Uh.. Yeah, Hi," Tyler replied unsure of what else to say. Mrs. Quinn frowned assuming Tyler had forgotten everything she'd just said.

"Here, I'll take you to your locker," she turned on her heal and walked down the hallway. Tyler scurried to catch up with her.

They walked to the second floor and stopped at locker 234, which wasn't surprisingly right next to one of the resource rooms.

"Thank you," Tyler said, opening his locker and placing his bag and binders into it. He pulled his lock, from the front pocket of his bag and practiced unlocking it a few times.

"For now until you make a friend or two, I'll be walking you to your classes, I hope that's alright." Tyler frowned, but nodded in understanding.

"Your first class is English, with Mr. Jones. Just grab your things and follow me."

Tyler picked out his blue binder that had 'ENGLISH' written on the side, he locked his locker and walked the same direction Mrs. Quinn was headed.