3. First day of hell

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I wake up with a stiff ass back. Bad idea. I roll over and stand up, adjusting my beanie and my outfit. I look down at my phone and see it's 8am. Crap. 20 minutes. I go to the bathroom and get ready, already taking 10 minutes out of my time. I spray one last bit of cologne on my neck and pick up my backpack, running downstairs. I don't need breakfast, I barely eat anyways. I quickly close the door before anyone can bother me. Now. How can I get to school. I look up and sigh at how idiotic I am. We literally live right next to it. I walk on the sidewalk and turn, seeing the parking lot up ahead. I look down, five minutes. That's good right? I enter the school and walk in a few feet, looking for the front desk. My eye catches movement from the left of me and I turn to see a blonde haired woman with bright blue eyes and a smile. "How can I help you sir?" She asks. I blush. I'm not a sir but I guess it just makes me happy when someone sees how I feel inside at the moment.

"Hi um I'm new here I was wondering where the front desk is?" I asked in a low tone. She grinned.

"Ah let me see. Are you um.." she paused, looking confused. "Elaine?"

I shudder. I thought I changed it. "Um.."

"What do you go by now? You clearly aren't an Elaine." I smile, she understands.

"I go by Ethan. Ethan Nestor."

"Alright, I'll change the documents and let the teachers know your name." She said, writing a note for herself.

"Thank you so much."

"Anytime. Now what are your pronouns?"

"They them." I answered.

"Ooo a non-binary. Well have a good day."

"You too." I grinned, walking away. I pull my schedule out of my backpack. I hope everyone else is as accepting as her. Now off to homeroom.

I start walking down the hall and I see room B260 "Ms. Nelson". I smile. Found it. I walk inside and see no one here.Weird. I see Ms. Nelson sitting in a black leather spinny chair reading a book about aliens.

"Hi." I tell her, waving.

"Oh hello there. What might your name be?"

"Uh Ethan. Ethan Nestor." I tell her, smiling awkwardly. Please tell me she got the email.

"Hmph. I'm sorry but I don't see a Eth-" she was interrupted by her phone dinging. She sees and email and opens it, seeing the change. "Oh I guess I do. Ethan Nestor. Well you can sit wherever you'd like." She grinned at me.

"Thanks Ms. Nelson." I start walking to the back and sit in the right corner of the room and pull out my sketchbook. So far so good.

Mark POV

*beep beep*

"Shut up," Mark says groggily.

*beep beep*

"Shut uppp." Mark whines.

*BEEP BEEP BE-*

"SHUT UH-" he screams, turning off his alarm clock.

God. Some alarm clocks. I get out of bed and slump over to the closet. I pick up the clothes neatly placed in front of it and change into them, already feeling energized. I step into my bathroom and brush my teeth, followed by me swishing some Listerine in my mouth. I brush my hair a bit, swerving it to the side. I put some hand sanitizer on my neck because cologne is too strong and walk downstairs to make breakfast. I smile seeing my mum has beat me to it, sitting in a chair at the kitchen table eating buttermilk pancakes with syrup.

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