The Definition of UnOrdinary

Chapter #1

"Wellston High," I said to myself as I looked at the sign from the piece of paper in my hand. "Guess this is going to be my home for the next, year or so."

Wellston Private High School, or more simply known as Wellston High, was a school no different than the rest of the world we as people live in. Where the strong rule over the week, and the week cower in the presence of the strong. It was basically survival of the fittest when boiled down to a point. Regardless though, the school was large and seemingly well cared for. Taking up about several blocks full of multi story buildings that no doubtedly housed rows upon rows of lockers and rooms.

I gave a sigh and shook my head. "Guess I shouldn't keep the Headmaster any longer."

Putting the piece of paper away in my pocket, I walked up to the entrance. Oh! How stupid of me. I haven't properly introduced myself. Name's Bishop, Isaac Bishop. Tall and slim build with a slightly tanned complexion, grey eyes and messy brown hair. And of course the blasted school uniform I'm in right now. I prefer something that breathes thank you very much.

I reached out my hand to open to open the door only for it to open before I could touch the handle. Looking up in surprise, I was met with a pair of green eyes that sat behind a pair of glasses.

"Ah, Mr. Bishop, I was expecting you," Headmaster Vaughn spoke.

I regained my composure from the momentary shock and answered. "Please, just call me Isaac. Mr. Bishop is my father," I told him and stuck out my hand.

"Very well then," he shook it. "Isaac it is. Now, If you'll follow me."

I nodded and followed him inside the massive school lobby. Which was quite plain might I add. Just a few benches off to the side and a couple of glass cases with trophies and such.

"If you'll step into my office," he gestured to a door off to the right and I nodded.

We walked over to the room and he held the door open for me to which I gave a polite 'thank you' as I went inside. It was what you would expect out of an office. A bookshelf off to the left, a potted plant in the corner, a desk with a swivel chair and a nice rug that pulled it all together.

"Now then," he started as he pulled up a chair in front of the desk and sat down in his own "Please, take a seat."

I compiled and made my way over to the chair and sat down carefully, with my shoulder bag being set down on the floor. Headmaster Vaughn began to shuffle through a pile of papers that were left off to the side before pulling one out.

"Ah, here we go," he said as he read what was on the paper. "Let's see. You had a pretty good score all around from your entrance exam. Averaging at around ninety three percent for a total score with a perfect score in Science."

"Of course, I pride myself on such a fact," I told him with a smile. A smile that he returned.

"That's good to hear," he told me. "Though it seems that you're lacking, when compared to everything else, in math with an eighty one."

"Yes, I know. Math has never been my forte so to speak. But I try to improve whenever I can."

"Understandable. Now then," he looked closely at the paper before looking back to me. "You have denied the usage of a dorm. Can you tell me why?"

"Of course," I smiled. "I trust you are familiar with John?"

"You could say that," he replied as he folded his hands together on his desk.

"Well, I've known John since preschool and we've been close since then. Even after his, expulsion and... my physical therapy. So our parents have talked it over and thought it would be a good thing for me to stay with him. Considering his situation and all."