swoon

first impressions.

"Grayson wake up, its the first day of school!"
my brother, Ethan jumped on the bed and had woken me up.

"Come on bro, we're going to be late!"

i turned my head and looked at the clock. it had read 6:45 am. i panicked and frantically ripped the sheets off of my body and turned on the shower. while i was waiting for the water to turn warm, i hurriedly brushed my teeth and hopped in, the water was cold giving my back a stinging pain making me arch my back and move out of the waters reach. after a few seconds, i stuck my hand under the water to see if it had warmed up. perfect. the water had finally warmed and i could continue my shower .

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i grabbed my towel, dried off , and proceeded to my closet to pick an outfit. it wasn't really anything fancy or too dressy, you know, just casual and comfortable. i had chosen a simple black tank top and skinny black jeans that had a little bit of a gray tint to it, some "vintage" hightop vans shoes and a black snapback to top it off, oh, couldn't forget my little earring.

"Come on, we're going to be late , it's 6:55," my brother hollered.

"I'm coming!"

I scurried out of my room and into the kitchen to grab a water bottle and my backpack . out the door i go.

Thankfully we didn't live too far from school. i had just walked into class as the bell rang and had to quickly find a seat. in high school, it matters as to where you sit. you can't sit too far in the back other wise you'll be considered a "bad kid" and you can't sit in the front because you'll be considered a "goody two shoes", so i just chose somewhere in the middle to blend in with the rest of them.

"Good morning class, for those who do not know, this is Algebra class. I'm your teacher, Mr.Schmidt , you can call me Mr.S if you please. Now i want you guys to listen, high school is either going to be the toughest years of your life, or the most enjoyable..."

i tuned out after that. i don't really listen to those teachers lectures. i twirl my pencil around in my hand and stare off into the distance. those teacher lectures are such a waste of my time , in my opinion. they're usually about how it doesn't matter what clothes you wear or what shoes you buy, all that matters it your successes in the long run. the thing is i don't care what they say, i wear what i want to wear, i say what i feel needs to be said and over all i'm just going to be a free and honest. i don't need any teachers to hold me back or decide what i wear, my body my canvas.

after about twenty minutes, i drift back from my mind. he is still going on about that stuff. i look at him, roll my eyes and sigh while still twirling the pencil, now that is called talent.

"Excuse me young man, do you have anything you'd want to contribute to this discussion?"

I hear a raspy voice ask a student. i look up from twirling my pencil and to my surprise i see him looking at me , along with 20 other pairs of beady eyes. i turn around and look behind me to see to whom he is talking to. and then it hit me, he's talking to me.

"Me?" i ask pointing at myself.

"Yes , you."

"Well i didn't think this was a discussion, i just thought it was you rambling on about stuff."

the whole class ooo's in excitement , their first day of school was about to get a whole lot more entertaining.

"Excuse me young man, who are you speaking with with that tone?" he questions whilst crossing his arms.

"Who do you think, you are the only person i am speaking with, so."

Mr.Schmidt wobbles over to his desk and starts to write on a piece of paper.

"Go to the deans , you've just earned yourself to be on the naughty list."

"Awe, someone can't handle a little comment , how pathetic , and you're how old?" i ask as i sit there with my arms crossed , not the least bit amused.

"Get out of my classroom young man, go to the deans office ", he slashes back.

"Whatever, you're a waste of my time anyways", i say as i get up and grab my things and make my way over to his desk. i snatch the little slip and saunter my way out of the room.

did he really think that i was going to go to the deans office? what is this, the 1950's? i make my way to the bathroom and sit on the toilet. i pull my phone out from my pocket to see what time it is. ten more minutes and then off i go to ny next period. i unlock my phone and i get a text from my older brother, Ethan. i open it.

Ethan: today is one of the best days of my life bro, hbu?

can't relate , oh well. i move my thumbs across the screen and hit send.

Me: It's alright, i just told a teacher off lmao

Ethan: omg really? on the first day of school?

Me: you already know

Ethan: smh, don't get into trouble , school barely started

Me: i know, anyways whys your day so great?

Ethan: okay so i have Ms Stewart for my first period ( english teacher ) and this girl that sits next to me is so hot!

Me: thas cool, get to know her more and maybe you can tie the knot

Ethan: woah bros, you're thinking a little bit too ahead , i just want to be friends for now

Me: sure , i totally one hundred percent think that you want to be friends

and that's it , he left me on seen. i probably ticked him off , oh well. the bell rings and i quickly get up and throw my slip into the toilet it, making sure it flushes, won't want anybody to see that. i leave the bathroom heading to my next class. i look down at my schedule and locate the next class that i'm heading to. room number 901 , english. great, this is going to be a fun fifty five minutes of my life.

I find my way to 901 and sit down in the middle, as usual. i put my backpack upon the desk and pull out my phone. a snapchat from Ethan, probably of him and that one girl he was talking about earlier. i clear the notification and put my phone back into my pocket. i look up and see someone. someone that i have seen before but i'm not sure where.

and that's when it all clicked.