The Insiders | Kristian Kostov

TI•KRISTIAN

Third POV

The front door to Southview is gently pushed open as the culprit walking in stood silently while glancing around the hallways filled with teenagers who were most likely the same age as him.

Many were standing by lockers, chatting, laughing, gossiping, or looking down at the small phone screens which they held in their hands.

He begins to pick up his pace, strolling down the hallway while looking at each and every door for any sign to help guide him to the main office.

It's his first day, and he knows it is obvious too from the many stares he keeps catching from the corner of his eye. Ignoring them, he continues until he finds the office.

He knocks softly on the door, immediately conscious on whether or not it could be heard over the loud chattering of students. Although he acts like he doesn't care, deep down he's extremely nervous.

His thoughts were interrupted as the door facing him swings open, revealing a short, middle aged man with grey hair and a moustache, reaching forward to shake his hand, a large grin covering his lips as he does so.

"You must be Kristian." He says, his voice higher than Kristian ever imagined. "Please, do come in."

"You can just call me Kris." Kristian speaks, looking up at the man. He hates being called his proper name.

He steps aside to let the boy through to his office and shuts the door behind him, slowly walking towards his desk. "Well, Kris, please take a seat."

Kristian sits down on one of the old fashioned, red cushioned chairs facing the wooden desk as the short man takes a seat in his office chair.

The man picks up a file which had been sitting on the desk in front of him and turns to look at the inside cover, nodding his head as he does so.

Kristian, unsure if he was supposed to speak, stays quiet in hopes the man would talk soon, maybe start by telling him his name.

He's unsure what is supposed to happen in these situations, because he'd never transferred schools before and was used to having group introductions while already having his childhood friends by his side.

But when Kristian's mother passed away, his father wanted a fresh start, which happened to be where he currently is;

South Langston.

"So, your file tells me that you had some good grades back at your old school. Mostly A's, one or two B's. Not bad." The man strokes his moustache with his thumb and his index finger as he speaks, a small frown running across his ageing face as he concentrates on the file infront of him.

Kristian focuses on what he's wearing; a black suit and pants with a white dress shirt underneath, the top two buttons on the suit being undone. He tries to figure out whether this man could be the school's principal or not, but his mouth beats his mind to a conclusion.

"Who are you exactly?" Kristian speaks, causing the middle aged man to look towards him, shock evident in his eyes as he seems taken back by the boy's bluntness and slightly rude tone of voice. But it's always been that way for Kristian, he likes to get straight to the point and being blunt has become one of his many talents. As for the tone of voice, he kind of shocks himself with that one.

"I am Mr. Hanison, I am the principal here at this school." The man's frown deepens as he replies, trying his best to show Kristian that there is authority within the school and that he should be showing respect towards a member of staff.

But Kristian isn't like that, if he feels like he hasn't done anything wrong, then he will stand up for himself, and he is in no way stepping down.