Outcasts

Rifle

Okay look out for P.O.Vs. I will try change it every chapter, but I have something coming up I think so yeah... OH, and where I am it goes Kindy, Primary, Intermediate, College and then university. So college is High school me. Sorry for confusion. And they are in year 13 so grade 12 I think... Enjoy!

Oliver 3rd person P.O.V

Clouds gathered as Oliver tepped outside of the house. A small sigh escaped the boy's lips. He wrapped the jacket around himself tighter, it was going to be a long day.

Oliver had been in New York for a week now and he was settling in to his house quite nicely. He had gone around town and done things and met new people. Really all he had left today was school. 

It's not like Oliver didn't like school, really he was pretty good, but he had friends back at his old school, an almost relationship. Now he had to start it all over again.

It was said that Laytin College was very good and one of the top Co-ed schools around, so Oliver was pretty excited to go. Olive had no trouble choosing what subject considering he knew exactly what he wanted to do in the future. He wanted to be a journalist or writer and travel around the globe writing stories and articles. His mother was a journalist and she used to show him what she did and how she did it. Oliver found it all very interesting. The only problem was he had one spare option to choose so he decided to go with the funnest looking one, Media Studies.

Oliver's feet stepped to a rhythm and in no time he was at the gates of the school. His last school was nothing compared to this, with only 3 building each with 2 floors. This, this was huge! It looked like a university. Like a campus and everything!

Walking up to the front doors wasn't too hard since it was early with no people there quite yet. Oliver walked through the lobby to a desk which he could obviously say was the front desk.

"Um excuse me ma'am?" Olive said, trying to get the woman's attention.

"Yes?" She seemed pleased to be called ma'am.

"Yeah, I'm new here. Um Oliver Rifle?" Oliver said

"Oh, yes! Here, I will get your schedule printed off, give me a mo' dear." Olive could see on her name tag her name was Lynn Rider. She got up from the swivel chair and shuffled into the next open plan room. While she was gone, Oliver looked down to the blackish grey carpet in the large atrium, there where windows everywhere letting in light and illuminating the whole place. The stairs where not to far away from the desk. The receptionist quickly returned with a piece of paper and a small yellow piece of card.

"Here you go dear, your timetable," she said handing him the paper "and a late card in case you are late or get lost!" She handed him the yellow card.

"Thanks Mrs Rider" Oliver squinted as to make sure that was the name on the tag.

"That's alright, your locker number and form class if on the paper! Have fun!" and with that she turned to her computer and began to type furiously.

Oliver turned away and walked to the stairs and started to climb them to his locker which was a corner around from his form class. He got to the level  and jogged the rest of the way to his dull green locker.

"O-kay, let's see... Ah-ha! Here it is!" He got all his books out except his first two periods worth. Shoving them into his locker made his bag a lot lighter and Oliver was relived about not having to drag around a 7kg bag for the whole day, he got out his lock and set the number and attached it to the lock.

The bell rang and Oliver looked at his timetable in panic. He breathed a sigh of relief when it was just for form time. Slowly he walked over to his class. People pushed past him in order to get to their room in time.

Oliver walked to the door frame and waved at the teacher. She beamed and started to talk to her class.

"Good morning class. Today I have some exciting news!" The teacher said clapping her hands in a happy manner. Some kids where still talking.

"BE QUITE." Everyone went silent. "Alright. Thank you. Eh em. We have a new student!"

Every head turned to the door where Oliver was standing.

"Okay, would you like to come forward and introduce yourself?" Miss Glasse beckoned Oliver over to her.

"Um hey. My name is Oliver Rifle." He said. Some girls giggled loudly in the corner.

"Would you like to take a seat?" the teacher asked. Oliver looked around for a desk, there where quite a few spare, three surrounding some girl in the corner, two by the giggling girls and one by a group near the front. He moved over to them, he needed friends anyway.

"Okay, so you have about 10 minutes left class, so you can do what you want, I'll out the notices up on the projector." The teacher went back to her desk and the sound of the projector started up.

The group Oliver had sat with began to talk, "So, I'm Scott, this is Sam, Damien, Park, Lisa, June, Tracy, Macy, Jonas, Dean, and Tucker." Scott Mail said to the new comer.

"Everyone calls me Tucker cause there's this other nerd called-" 

"No one cares Tucker. Just, no." A small sigh came from the one introduced as Trucker.

"So. Oliver. Where did you transfer from? And this late in the year?" Lisa asked.

"Oh um, I came from Seattle. But my Dad had to move so the rest of my family came along for the ride too I guess." Oliver replied.

"Why Suncade?" Tracy said in her squeaky voice. Oliver shrugged. He noticed that the loner girl was fidgeting.

"Who's that?" Oliver asked.

"Oh, her? That. That's um." Lisa laughed. "I dunno, she like, never talks or does anything other than draw. Her parents are mega rich though. Something Greenfield, I think."

The bell rung for first class and Oliver had English Honors first, then Media.

50 minutes later after English, Oliver trekked to his Media room and walked over to the teacher.

"Since you're new, you will have to work with someone to catch up. Hmm who doesn't have a partner here... Ah! Miss Greenfield! Over there, off you pop."  said person groaned and shuffled over so Oliver had room to sit.

"Well hiya there partner. I'm Oliver. I would say 'you probably know that' but you refuse to look at me!" Olive cried dramatically.

"Um. You're in my f-form class." the girl said

"Yeah. Like, what's your problem? Why won't you look at me?" Oliver said.

She shrugged and put away her art book before Oliver could see what she was drawing. The teacher started to talk and Oliver focused on him. Oliver felt prickles on the back of his neck and new the girl was staring. Oliver looked over to her and before she could look down, Oliver saw her face and his eyes widened.

"Wow. So um, your name suits you." He was talking about her eyes. They where a really nice green and she had black hair as well. Her face was covered with freckles, he tried looking about the rest of her face, but he couldn't look away from her eyes.

The girl quickly hid her face and blushed beet red.

"Um so. I have an idea. I s-suppose." she tried to veer the conversation away from her, and the rest of the lesson was spent Oliver giving ideas for themes. As soon as the bell rang, she was out of the class for break.

HEY! NORMALLY I WON'T DO DOUBLE UP OF CHAPTERS but I thought you should know what Oliver was thinking and stuff. I hope you liked it! 

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