Anticipation

Kittens and Rainbows

"The cat is yowling again," I mumble into my pillow. I sit bold upright and bonk my head on the ceiling. Ugh Ow. 'We don't have a cat', I think, my head still foggy. My eyes pop open and I look down; duh. Its my alarm. School. SHIT! 

'school. school. school' I mumble to myself as I rush around getting dressed, shoving something to eat on the bus, and grabbing my crap for school, hurriedly stuffing it into a bag. 

I run to my banged up car and plug the keys in looking for my sunglasses as I hurriedly pull out of the driveway. The sun is staring directly into my eyes so I come to a full stop and find my sunglasses. I then roll the windows down - gotta love the morning air right? Really it's to get rid of the •permanent• smell of french fries out of my car. 

I should be waaaay nervous but I'm used to moving schools by now. I'm not a trouble child. We just move a lot. It's really because of my dad's girlfriend. I roll my eyes; she's such a moron. She's like the embodiment of a stereotypical blonde. But I don't want to think about that right now

I check the directions again as I try to push her out of my mind and take a right turn. I'm almost there. I can see my new HELL. It's a big school. I know I really shouldn't be scared but at the sight of the building I almost start to panic. I debate silently if I should just go home and miss the first day. But then I brave up and encouragingly say 'YUP I CAN DO THIS'.  and immediately realize I said it aloud upon getting a few weird looks from passer-byers. 

I park in the assigned spot I got on welcome day and walk across a practice field to the doors. As I reach them I glance at my outfit and smirk. I can't go wrong with all my plain clothes. I'm wearing ripped up and faded skinny jeans, a white shirt, and a plain button up top. Brown lumber jack boots. Ya know - kinda like the shit you see on Pinterest. 

*Uh um. Also. My name is Blue. I'm 6' 3" (with these boots I add an inch) I have chiseled cheekbones, septum piercing, a cute nose, very lanky, fit body and I'm uh. Not white? I don't know what I am. I'm not white. We'll go with that. I don't think about that too hard and it's fine. Anyways. I have a typical fuck boi hair cut. Soccer player. I don't know. Its called a fade I think. I look hot. Now we can move forward because you know what I look like - lazy writing if ya ask me* 

I look up and shoulder my bag, biting my lip and breathing in deeply before taking the plunge, to be so dramatic.  

I head in, glancing over my shoulder to the outside longingly. I turn back around just in time to avoid a short person. They growl something inaudible and keep walking. I speed walk around a few people and then stop in a bathroom and look at my locker number and the school map. Its over in F hall. I look at the map a little longer, trying to make sense of it. 

I can't. So I head out, because that's a great decision. I turn right in B hall and head out to E hall. It smells funny in B and when I get out to A there are a lot more people. I look over the head of most and see the reason that I'm walking slower. Short people. I then turn into C hall. The walls are covered in cool artwork; mostly from famous movies. This makes the hall way a lot more claustrophobic so I head down A again and sigh at myself - the first hall way was D not B. Dumbbell. B Is the next one. So go down further down E to F. Its the last one. Uuuuuuuuugh. So much walking. 

I make it to F and pass the stairs, one, two, three, four, five doors. I'm looking at locker numbers and then whip my head around because I thought I heard someone call my name. When I look down the mostly empty hall, I see two people greet each other. 

I sigh as I turn my head back and inhale quickly as I bash into another human. I don't know why but I walk silently away. They say sorry loud enough for me to hear. I look back and see I quiet face with a confused look on it. Dusted with freckles. I turn back around and head towards that face. 

I ask in the calmest voice I can, but end up sounding rather scared,

"Can you help me find my locker?"