The Strange Ride : The Beginning

I

As the first bell rings, I barely make it into my classroom. Mr. Blackwelle, my teacher, stops writing on the whiteboard to acknowledge my presence.

"The bell almost caught You, Scar." He says.

"Almost doesn't cut it around here." I quickly respond while catching my breath once again. After regaining my second wind, I make my way to my seat at the back of the classroom. It's where I usually sit. Along with a few friends. As I slump myself into my seat, I notice MacKenzie looking at me with a frightening glare.

"May I help you?" I ask.

"Just happy to see you." She says cheerfully.

"Well alright." I respond.

MacKenzie is one of the very few friends I have at this school. She assumes the role of the fashionista drama queen of the school. She has a short, thick stature yet is surprisingly slim on the edges. She also has a wild black afro. A friend of mine class it the "Great Mane". Which is reference to her zodiac of Leo. MacKenzie also sports a baby face featured with rosy cheeks, luscious lips, and dark brown eyes. And her skin is slightly pale despite her Trinidadian heritage.

I probably should've mentioned this before but my school is divided up by social groups. Preps, nerds, jocks and stuff like that. Typical high school cliques.

"Okay class, take out your textbooks and do 1-12 on page 478." Mr. Blackwelle yells out as he takes a seat at his desk.

I pull out my textbook and immediately get started. Only to be quickly interrupted by a paper ball hitting my head. I pick it up ready yo punish whosever responsible. The culprit just happens to be none other than Andrew. He takes on the school's role of ultimate gamer kid. He also happens to be one of my very few friends. Andrew is average height and slim for the most part. Short, wavy black hair added with his freckles and dark brown Eyes on his fair skin makes him hard to miss.

"Sorry Scar." He says regretfully.

"You will be." I retaliate.

"Cut the man some slack. He was aiming for me. You know his aim sucks." Anthony says in a laid back tone.

Anthony is the fraternal twin brother of Andrew and assumes the role of super nerd. It's funny when you think about it. Two twins, one's a geek and one's a nerd. That's a laugh. Anthony is short but bulky in stature. Slightly darker than his twin's skin tone, he has short, black curly hair with dark brown eyes to compliment it.

"For a gamer, I would hope that your aim would've been a lot better." MacKenzie says with a chuckle.

"Whatever." Andrew says folding his arms with a smug look.

"Is the wittle baby sad?" I say mockingly.

"No." He replies.

We all laugh and start working on our classwork. Shortly after, MacKenzie bumps my arm.

"Where's that idiot of ours?" She asks.

"Who knows." I say shrugging.

"He'll most likely be late again." Anthony says.

"Wouldn't be the first time" Andrew says.

10 minutes later, the door flies open and a boy walks in. Mr. Blackwelle scornfully looks from his book to see who it is.

"You're late once again." Mr. Blackwelle says.

"It appears so." The boy responds.

"Tardiness will not be taken lightly, boy. Maybe you'll get the message more clearly in detention." Mr. Blackwelle says.