History

Chapter 1

I just stood there, looking at the building of my new school with uncertainty and unease. 

To be honest, it wasn't very different from the one I attended in Leads. Same three floors, same appearance the could only be described as 'not old' and 'not exactly new', the paint was coming off the walls in the same places. I could say that even the kids looked pretty much like the ones running around in Leads.

In the meantime, I knew perfectly well what to expect from my previous school. But from the new one? Nope.

This summer me and my Mum moved from Leads to Manchester because she was offered a better job here.

To tell you the truth, we moved quite a lot. Especially when I was a little child. My Mum was a great surgeon and hospitals all over the country tried to get her as their employee. Each place offered a higher salary than the previous one and we immediately changed places. 

We stopped with the moving only when I started high school. Mum said she wanted me to graduate from school with familiar people around me, to make some school friends that would last for life and all.

So, we had been living in Leads for three years when I decided I couldn't take it anymore. My classmates were actual monsters who thought it was okay to bully a person just because they wore glasses and got good marks (because they wanted to succeed in life and good marks gave an opportunity to enter a better university, you know).

Yup, that was exactly how I looked like. A self-conscious 16-year old with long brown hair that served as a curtain from the cruelty of the outer world. I usually wore black clothes. They illustrated how depressive I was about everything around me. I also had a lot of badges and T-shirts with images of my favorite bands and TV-shows (mostly Doctor Who and Fall Out Boy) on them. My classmates found my clothes a great topic for a conversation.

I knew perfectly well that Mum declined a few job offers and I asked her to agree to the next one she got.

That's how we settled in Manchester. This city was a perfect option as my best friend I met on the Internet – Vicky Smile – lived there. We were friends for about five years and I could say that she was the closest person I had ever had in my life.

Obviously, I enrolled in the same school she attended and we became classmates. I also tried to plan my timetable so that we shared as much classes as possible.

As you may have understood already, today was my first day in the new school. I wasn't sure I wanted to enter the building. It was great to stand outside, look at the school building and think that my senior year would be special. But enter this exact building and feel how my hopes fade? Awful.

"Hey!" Vicky hugged me so tight I forgot how to breathe. I was so concentrated on my thoughts that I didn't notice the moment she appeared. "Why haven't you come in yet?"

"I don't want to face the reality of school life again," I shrugged. Then I took my friend by her hand and smiled. Yes, this was the kind of communication the Internet couldn't provide you with. Any support requires a hug. At least, for me.

"What do we have..." Vicky looked at the sheet of paper with our timetable. "History! Yay!"

"Yay?" I didn't quite understand this emotion of Vicky's as it was pretty much sarcastic.

Smile giggled.

"I haven't told you about that, have I?"

To be honest, Vicky didn't tell me much about her school life. We both really wanted to escape this place as soon as possible and we didn't talk about it unless we had no other options. All I knew was that Vicky's classmates were 'the stupidest jerks in the whole wide world' and that the Literature teacher was 'insane, God bless me, so bloody insane!'