All Boys

Chapter 1

It was my first day and I was already late.

I ran down the sidewalk, my feet slamming against the ground and my heart thunping in my chest.

It was as though I could hear them calling my name.

"Oliver Hyland?"

It would be silent. People would be looking around for me but I wouldn't be there.

I burst through the front doors of Cypress School for Boys.

Class 256

My eyes scanned every door, looking for the number 256. When I finally found it, I burst through the door.

"I'm here!" I exclaimed. I was breathing heavy and sweat poured down the side of my face. Eyes lifted up from their papers and locked on me.

"Ahh, Mr. Hyland. Nice of you to join us," the teacher, whose name I could not remeber, said. He wrapped his arm around my shoulder and brought me to the front of the room. "Everyone, this is Oliver. Oliver, this is everyone."

I had never been more uncomfortable in my entire life.

"Well, since you were late, you dont get to choose where you sit. You can sit next to Elliot." He pointed to a short haired, olive skinned, guy who was the only one that hadn't looked up when I had my "grand" entrance. I pulled on my backpack strap and walked over to my spot. He didn't look at me until I sat down next to him.

"Late on your first day? Not a good way to start out, new kid," he muttered, looking back down at his notebook.

"My name's Oliver." I didn't think how loud I was until I felt that same feeling as all the eyes in the room shifted over to me. Elliot glanced up.

"Yes Oliver, we have cleared that point. Now if you don't mind, I would like to start class now."

Who's idea was it to send me to an all boys school. My moms? My dads before he left. Either way it was the most horrible decision ever made and the fact that I didn't have a say in it made me even angrier.

I grabbed my bag and left that class as soon as the bell rang.

The hallways were crowded and reeked of sweat. Man I was going to hate it here. People shoved past me, pushing on my shoulders and nearly knocking me over.

"If you keep standing there, people are going to trample you over," Elliot said as he slid past me.

"Hey, new kid." I looked over my shoulder as a group of smug looking jocks came walking over toward me. I turned so that I was facing them.

"My name is Oliver."

"Oh, right, right." One of the guys in the front said. "I'm Xavier and I don't care."  They was an uproar of laughter that came from his entourage behind him. I rolled my eyes and went to walk away but he slid in front of me. "Come on man, I'm just trying to start a conversation with you. Break the ice alittle."

"Well, we are done here now." I tried to walk away again but he grabbed my shoulder.

Controlling my anger was probably one of the main reasons that I changed schools. But sending me to an all boys school was not the answer for that.

I turned and placed my palms on his chest, shoving him back. He stumbled, almost falling over.

"What the hell." I went to go after him again but a body slid in between us.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, break it up here now guys."

"Elliot, is this your friend?" Elliot glanced back at me.

"Sure, why not."

"Well, get ahold of him before someone gets hurt."

"Right, I'll do just that." He turned and motioned for me to walk away. "Let's go Oliver." I reluctantly listened, glancing over my shoulder at Xavier as he walked away. We turned the corner and I felt pain shot through my shoulder as his fist connected with it. I fell forward, catching myself on the lockers. "Are you that idiotic." I held me shoulder.

"Ow."

"You didn't answer my question. First you're late for class and then you almost get into a fight the first hour that you are here?"

"What's it to you?"

"Right, next time I'll let you get the shit pounded out of you since there was one of you and six of them." I pulled on the straps of my backpack. There was a feeling in my chest. A feeling as though I wanted to cry. I guess you could see it on my face too because Elliot stepped back a bit. "Hey, I didn't mean to-."

"Just leave me alone." I turned and walked away from him. Luckily he didn't follow me because if he did, I probably would have turned around and decked him in the face.

That was the problem. I was violent, part of the reason why I left the other school.

I roamed the halls for a while before lunch, skipping classes and ducking into cover my teachers searching for me. At lunch, I grabbed my food and tried to get out the cafeteria as soon as possible but Elliot was there to slow me down.

"You can sit with me if you want." I barely even looked at him.

"No."  I pushed past him and out of the cafeteria.

What was with this kid? He was trying so hard to get close but I wasn't going to let it happen. Getting close with someone was not an option. I was going to continue to push him away until he finally gave up.

The day went by in a blurr and before I knew it, I was walking through my front door. I could smell the brownies as soon as I stepped into the house. My mom peered out of the kitchen in her tan apron.

"Hello honey. How was school." I tossed my bag onto the couch and walked into the kitchen. My younger sister, Anabelle, sat at the table, brownies stuff in her mouth. I ruffled her hair as I walked by.

"It was school."

"I know it seems hard but if you give it a chance, I'm sure it won't be too hard." I popped a brownie in my mouth. The phone rang.

"I got it," I said, motioning for my mother to continue cooking. I grabbed the phone. "Hello?"

"Hello, this is the guidance counselor from Cypress School, I'm calling in regards for Oliver Hyland. Is there an adult I can speak too?" I was sileny for a moment. "Hello?"

"Hello, yes? This is Oliver's father."

"Ahh fantastic. Well, we noticed that Oliver missed 2 classes before his lunch period. We know it's the forst day and all but I just want to make sure that he stays on top of his work." I clenched the phone in my hand.

"Yes, yes of course. We will have a talk with him."

"Thank you Mr. Hyland. And um, it's my job to keep the students in this school safe so I encourage counseling for Oliver's anger."

"Of course."

"Have a goodnight."

"You too." I hung up.

"Who was that?" My mom called from the kitchen.

"Telemarketer."  I couldn't tell her I was doing bad. I had to do good at this school especially since she was paying so much money for it.

"Yeah, just telemarketers," I repeated to myself.