Last Stop

Chapter three

The school is small. With red brick and white plastering stepping  out of Marks car I hoist my back pack over my shoulder and head for the school.

Brightly coloured students are milling about greeting the friends they haven't  seen all summer with enthusiasm , their voices loud and full of spirits. I keep my head down as I try and navigate my way to the office.

Which  is at the back of the school. A small room with an old receptionist wearing a flowery blouse.

"May I help you dear?"

"Hi, I am new Cameron Rainders."

"Of course, dear," she smiles "I have your schedule right here, just sign that you got it and you can be on your way."

"Thanks." I  quickly  sign and collect my timetable. Glancing  at it I see that French is first.

"Your locker combination is at the top, hope you enjoy." she calls after me and I nod. I got to school early so I  could familiarize  myself with the area and so far I have a good feeling about this. Maybe this will be the new start  I need. Away from the crowd and glances. Away from the pitying looks and judgmental sneers because I was always less. Had less. 

As the halls fill I notice the looks as they sum up my outfit. I stick out from their colourful outfits and light hairs. Maybe I won't be less judged but maybe not for the same reasons as before.

My combat boots contrast their Nikes and sandals. My dark jeans to their light blue ones and shorts. Leather jacket and black shirt different from their letterman jackets and flowery shirts.

I sigh as I head for French. It may be a new start but this are still teenagers who judge almost  by second nature.

I take a seat in the back as the class fills. The teacher is middle aged but the students seem to like him as they all quieten down as he takes roll call.

"Cameron  Rainders?" He calls out and I raise my hand to indicate I am present "you new?"

"Yes sir." I say and he welcomes me before continuing.

"Spencer Rue?" He calls out to silence "Speck?" He calls again and the whole class grins.

"He is running  late, sir." A girl who answered to Anna says from the front row.

"Of course he is." Sir rolls his eyes just as the door burst open.

"Désolé, je suis en retard, monsieur, la circulation." He says in a perfect but breathless voice.

Sir rolls his eyes. "Bien sûr, beaucoup dans une petite ville comme la nôtre"

The boy grins before turning  to face the class. "Good summer everybody?"

He has light blonde hair and the greenest eyes I have ever seen. With a dusting of freckles on his pale cheeks and dimples that compliment his bright smile.

"Declan, see the summer treated you well." He says to the jock in the letterman jacket who rolls his eyes and grins.

"Where you in the Antarctic Speck? " he asks as Spencer takes a seat beside him "or does summer hurt creatures like you?"

Spencer grins as he flicks his hair to the side "You know I can't  be in direct sunlight, Dec, I might just combust. "

The whole class grins at their interaction as Declan slaps his back and he pulls out a note pad.

"Assez! Continuons notre leçon." Sir draws our attention back to him as he hands out note packs for the year and speaks in rapid French. I can tell he looses half the class with his thick accent and busy body personality.