Fit In [Tythan] (Completed)

Chapter 2

Ethan's pov

I walked into the school already getting glances from a few people. I walked up to the front desk seeing a laddie in her early twenties. Her blond hair was pulled up into a ponytail. She was typing on the computer until she saw me.

"Hello, can I help you?" She asked politely.

"Yes, I'm new. I don't exactly know what to do." I said awkwardly.

"Oh ok hun. Tell me your name and I can pull up your schedule." She said typing on her computer.

"My name is Ethan Nester." I said quietly. She hummed in response. After a few moments the printer behind her began to print a piece of paper. She turned around and grabbed the paper, then handed it to me.

"I just messaged principle Brook to find you someone to show you around." She said nicely. I stayed there quietly waiting for the person to show me around.

I looked over my schedule.
Algebra
Physics
Writing
World History
French
Art

A few minutes later a green haired kid walked up to me with a smile.

"Hey, ye must be Ethan." the guy said happily with a Irish ascent.

"Um... Y-Yeah. I'm E-Ethan..." I stuttered.

"Don't be scared. I know it's a new school and stuff, but ye will be fine!" He said. Then he saw my schedule in my hands.

"Can I see that?" He asked politely. I handed him the schedule quickly. He looked over it and looked at me.

"So ye have Algebra, Writing, World History, and Art with me. I'll walk ya to yer locker and yer other classes. The principal gave me a pass so if I'm late it's no biggie." The Irishman said.

"Um... I d-didn't ketch your n-name..." I stuttered.

"Oh yeah. I'm Seàn." He said as he handed back my schedule.

"Nice to meat you Seàn." I said, happy that I didn't stutter.

"Come on! Let's get to yer locker and get to class!" He said and started walking. I quickly followed behind him.

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Right now Seàn and I are in Algebra. Seàn told me that the teacher let's you sit anywhere in this class. So, we were sitting side by side as the rest of the class waits for the teacher.

"So Ethan what brings you to LA?" Seàn asked.

"Um... My... My m-mom found a better job! Yeah, that's right!" I said coming up with the lie. Seàn looked puzzled, but then shrugged it off.

"Cool! Yeah I have an idea, sense yer new how about ye can sit at my table with me and my friends." Seàn said with a smile.

"Um... That would be nice, but you don't have too." I said quietly.

"Nonsense! Ye seem really nice! My friends would love to meet ya!" Jack said loudly. Man he is loud a lot. I thought to myself.

Soon enough a woman in her late thirties came into the classroom, with some papers in hand.

"Ok class so we have a new student named Ethan with us today. Ethan please stand up." the teacher said. I slowly stood up.

"Ok Ethan you can sit down, I just wanted the class to see what you looked like and who you are." She said with a pleasant smile.

I sat back down and heard some people whispering about me. I heard some Jocks say.

"Wow the new kid looks like a fag."

"Yeah, he looks so weak." Their hatful comments struck me like daggers, feeling them stab into my skin. They kelp going on with pointing out all my flaws, making sure I could hear them.

The teacher kelp going on with a lesson that I already learned at my old school. While the jocks talked about sports and the sluts they fucked, the sluts and cheerleaders gossiped and talked about who they liked, I was in my mind.

I call this my safe space. It's a place in my mind were nothing and no one can hurt me. It's where I rethink and deal with mean comments and actions other people inflict on me. I told my therapist about my safe space before and she told me to stay in there when I feel hatted and depressed. So I can think about my feelings.

Many people would call me crazy.

I guess in a way we're all a little
crazy.

Tell me if you like this! Because I really like it, and if more people want me to write this story then I'll write longer chapters. (Or try to anyway.) Thank you guys for reading this chapter! Love ya!

~Loser