AN: I attempted to make a new cover. And from the looks of it, I failed. Hah. At least it's better than nothing. I hope someone actually reads my shit. Don't let the crappy writing skills intimidate you cx
School sucks.
No one can disagree with that statement. Even if you loved to study. 'School' was still a living hell. Because it didn't just consist of lessons, books and angry teachers. It also had clichés, lots of home-works and worst of all; bullies.
Now I personally have had a huge problem with bullies. For some reason, they seem to like me a lot. ( note the sarcasm ) Dad used to say it's because I never fight back. Though it's not really my fault that I don't have the strength. Don't get me wrong, I work out. And most of those bullies aren't even that big. But if we got into a serious fight, I'd probably back out. You could say that I'm against violence or something like that.
Though mum says that the school I'm going to has only few to none bullying. And I really hope that is true. She also said that her friend’s son goes there, and it's a really great high school. The teachers were strict but on point. The people were friendly. And best thing was, despite being a private school, we were free to wear whatever we wanted (of course, there were a few rules on cleavage, but you get the idea)
"Are you even listening to me?" My mum said with a soft sigh as she parked in front of my new school. I looked at her with one of my cheeky grins "Mum. Have I ever not listened to you?" I could see her roll her eyes and laugh softly. "You better keep up with your studies, you're already two weeks late" She said seeming a bit concerned.
I have to admit, school isn't my strength. I do listen during lessons (though, I do tend to day dream quite a lot), I do my homework and I do good on tests. But when exams are around the corner, everything seems to escape my mind. I mean, I'm no Gemma, but I try my hardest.
Starting 2 weeks into the first term wasn't a good thing. But it wasn't my fault that dad had this whole 'change of heart' at the first week of school. I hated being the new student. It's not about making friends, it's not like I need those. It's the whole 'introduce yourself' thing. People would probably ask me different questions about myself, which I don't want to answer. And they would want to get to know me better. Though really, why would anyone want to know me? It's not like I'm anything special, I'm just as normal as everyone else.
I sighed before kissing my mum's cheek and got out of the car "Harry" Mum called me before I could walk away. I looked back at her with a soft hum. "Since your highness wouldn't ride the bus, you're going to walk home" She said with a soft smirk "Have fun, sweetie" She said before driving off.
Seriously, this woman. I shook my head softly chuckling. Although I had my license, she always hated the fact that I was driving a car at dad's place. And since dad decided to be an ass and not let me take my car with me, and we can't afford it on our own, it's either the rotten bus or walking. To me, there's nothing wrong with a small extra exercise after school.
I looked up at the building and took a deep breath. Here goes nothing.
I stuck my hand into my back pocket and took out a piece of paper. See, mum being the concerned mother that she is, she thought I'd get lost when I first came ( not that I'm denying it ). So, she had already spoken with the principal, and I already have my schedule and what class I'm in. She also requested a list of all my classmates, as if that would give me a better chance of making friends.
I walked through the empty hall. Apparently I'm late. I could tell since the last person in the hall, besides me, was running towards their classroom. Well, I was new. I didn't have to rush. I took my time studying my lame schedule.
History
That's what I have now. I walked a bit further into the deadly hall, looking at every classroom's door I passed.
"Finally" I breathed out softly as I spotted my class. Taking a deep breath. I looked through the small glass to see the teacher already half way into the class. She was explaining like every single mind in that classroom was on the same page as her. I ran my hand through my curls, before fixing my shirt. I knocked on the door softly before opening it.
The teacher looked at me with a small smile. She seemed a bit relieved that I had spared her the effort of teaching a brainless bunch of teenagers, for a few moments. "Uh..I'm new here" I blurted out as I handed her the paper that you were supposed to give to the teacher when you are new. You would know what I'm talking about, if you have ever been transformed in the middle of the school year.
I studied her for a moment. She looked in her early thirties. Chocolate brown hair with golden highlights. Unnaturally straightened. Hazel eyes and a motherly expression. She surely has just recently became a mother, and it changed her outlook on teenagers, because hers would be one in 10-13 years.
"Okay class, this Harold" She said looking at the paper then at the class. Why did they have to introduce me as Harold? I HATE THAT NAME. "Let's make him feel welcomed, yeah?" She said before the whole class replied "Hi Harold" lazily, which showed the boredom that they went through in History class. I flinched slightly at that name, and wanted to yell that my name is Harry, but simply forced a smile and waved.
"Harold, you ca--" The teacher began before I rudely interrupted her "It's Harry" I said almost through gritted teeth. She looked at me with a confused look "Well, Harry, you can sit behind Mr. Payne" She said before looking at the class again "Liam please raise your hand"
Seeing a hand, I walked right through to (almost) the end of the class, where 'Liam' sat. Did I have to sit back here? Shrugging that off, I sat down and looked around for a moment. All eyes were on me. Great. Oh no, don't worry, I love the attention ( again, note the sarcasm ). Is it their first time seeing a new guy. Geez. I snorted softly before leaning down to take my book.
"Don't mind them, they're just trying to scare you off" I looked up to see this Liam guy talking to me. Light brown hair, carefully shaved from the sides and stroked up into a quiff. Looks a bit too manly on him. He looked like a nice guy. A bit too nice maybe? He seems like the type that people would take advantage of. He seems like a fatherly figure. Probably has someone he's very protective of.
"I'm Liam by the way" He said in a small whisper, since the teacher had started the lesson again. "Harry" I said and he nodded before going back to the lesson.
I didn't even bother asking for the page. I randomly opened the book, and pretended to listen and I was sure as hell good at it. I studied my classmates, and did a little summary of their lives in my mind.
See, this little hobby of mine isn't always right. I just do it to entertain myself. I do it so people would seem more interesting in my mind. Don't get me wrong, some of them turn out to be just as I expected. Then again, with some, I make huge mistakes.
This surely looked a boring class. Most of them were trying their hardest to listen to the lesson and not fall asleep. A few are trying to hide the fact that they're sleeping. Couples are passing notes back and forth. One guy is trying to make a few others laugh by imitating the teacher and making funny faces.
He seems like the class' clown. And he sure as hell is doing a good job at it.
I bit my inner cheek, trying not to laugh at his imitation of the way she walks. Let's try studying this guy. He's trying a bit too hard to make them laugh. So, I'm guessing, tough childhood. Loving family, but he feels a bit isolated at home. Probably looking for his 'soul mate' but isn't too deep into thought about finding love.
For a moment there, he looked past his friends and glared at me. Was I staring for too long? He probably thinks I'm a creep. Way to go. I shot him a small smile, which he returned for a second, before going back to look at his friends. Oh well.
These people are so boring.
