Dark Steps

Chapter 2: Twins

I opened the door watching as everyone's attention fell on me. Damn it. I felt anxious. I hate doing this every fucking year, how come I never get used to this feeling? The classroom had light skin colour walls, grey desks were lined up in rows of four. There was a man; he looked like the age of forty in the teacher's desk. He had light grey hair and oval glasses. He came over with a gentle smile and shook my hand.

"Good morning, you must be Hyde Martin? I am Mr Lee, your homeroom teacher." I nodded as a yes.

His grip was tight. My skinny hands were trembling. I could already see the teens bickering about me. Is it only the teachers who are positive and friendly. Why do teens have to judge? Haven't they heard the saying 'don't judge a book by its cover'?

"Well then, there is an empty seat at the back you can take and please enjoy your first day of high school." I nodded, realizing I hadn't said a word to the man, well I'm rude.

I took my sit in the grey desk. The air conditioner was just above me blowing cool air down my collar. The teens had taken their attention off me and started fidgeting with their books and stationary. Mr Lee started rambling on about notices while I sat there going through my timetable. Next subject is English, in room 12. Just what I need, a boring class first up.

After ten long minutes of waiting for the bell, it finally struck. I jumped up, grabbing my stuff and headed out the door. I'm just going to have to make this day go faster. I followed the not very useful directions to classroom 12. Heaps of students stood in front of the room, chatting away to their friends. Then my eyes fell upon dirty blonde headed boy with moss green eyes. A group surrounded him, they were poking the skinny boy and teasing him. He just stood there like nothing was happening, I guess I would too but I would probably crack at some point though. The teacher, I think, strode down the hallway until she reached the door of the room.

"Line up!" her screechy voice commanded, teens started to forward into a line.

Thump. I looked around to see the dirty blonde hair boy laying on the floor. Dickheads probably pushed him. The teenagers started to laugh at him, the boy just rolled his eyes and grabbed his books and stood up. The teacher didn't even notice, stupid teacher.

"Asshole" he whispers, suddenly the teacher turns around and walks over to him.

"I will not except cursing in my class, thank-you. Go to detention now Mr. Morgan!" she screeched and pointed in the direction of the hallway, where the young boy stormed off.

She notice then, seriously?

After the boring classes I was finally into second lunch. I couldn't bother with eating so I ditched lunch and walked out onto the oval. I sat under an oak tree my back up against it's bark. I watched the teenagers play soccer and football, I sighed. I bowed my head and shut my eye lids. Where is music when you need it?

*Flashback*

"Okay who can tell me what biome is this?" the teacher asked, her eyes searched the classroom for a volunteer

Suddenly a spit ball came in contact with the back of my head, I turned around only to be shot right in the face by another. I jumped from my chair and screamed all of a sudden. The teacher looked my way and shouted.

"Hyde Martin, sit down and don't yell!"

"But-" I started to talk back but the teacher cut me off.

"Sit down or I will send you to the principal's office!" she yelled, her voice echoed through the classroom.

I sat down my anger raging from the inside. Only to piss me off even more the student started to fire more. They snickered and laughed while the teacher went on with the stupid work, not even noticing. I had enough, I stood up and barged out of the classroom.