Unexpected one

Caleb

*flash back*
You know why I hate being the new kid at school especially in highschool?!?! Because you have to make new friends all the time and try not to draw to much attention to yourself.

But the school year had already started and I joined in. What kind of highschool has a fucking football field but no football team like hello bitch false advertising much. You know what sucks just as much as being new? Being new and being a closeted gay. That shits hard plus you don't know any because your new soo it ain't gonna be fun.

First period was geography and some stupid hoe decided to nickname me El Mexico like really bitch I'm tan but I'm not Mexican (not that being Mexican was bad) but being called something your not can piss you off. Second period was art class and hunty was it blessed when I say that I mean beautiful paintings from past students and sculptures that would discourage ignorant students from denying racism exist. Art that spoke louder then words.

Third period was lunch and since I didn't know anybody, I would eat outside in the blazing Canadian heat just eat alone and uninterrupted. Fourth period was math and I hate math mostly because numbers get jumbled in my head and I can't understand it no matter how hard I try. Last of all period 5 was wood working and not the good kind (yah I know I'm dirty get over it). This was different it was bright and spacious and a lot of tables and tools I had no idea how to use.

But it was a challenge I was willing to take. They assigned seatings to four to a table mind you I knew nobody in these classes and I'm antisocial. Just a potion for awkwardness. Just like Hermione from the Harry Potter books I was just an ugly duckling who was new and just wanted to shine bright. It was awkward at first but we started talking at our table and knew each other by name. Don't think it's because we wanted to but because we were tired of being unable to ask for pencils from strangers.

Our first task was to design and plan a clock we were to eventually make as our final project. We were all pretty quiet trying to conjure magical ideas as to what we would do to make our clocks unique. I on the other hand having the artistic mind I do I already started drawing a sketch of what I wanted to do.

I'm also a nerd remember that because it will make more sense as I go. So my idea was to keep the most neutral and symmetrical shape there is a CIRCLE and put a blazing symbol of hope and rebellion on my clock! If you guessed the mockingjay you are correct. For those who don't know the mockingjay is a hybrid bird from a novel and series "The Hunger Games" by Suzanne Collins. I wanted to place that symbol on my clock. Since I was pretty much the only one actually sketching a complete plan my teacher came by and saw it and gave me approval to start collect some wood. As I stood in front of heaping piles of different coloured pieces of wood deciding on the cheapest way to build my clock I was caught off guard by someone who came up from behind me. "Oh sorry" I say moving aside "there you go my bad." Awkwardly making some room. "Nah man it's okay I already know which one I'm gonna use I just need to take it out." Me being surprised that another person other then me has completed the sketch of there clock also antisocial tries to have a conversation with this cute but still a stranger. "Wow really which one?" I ask " Purple Heart" he answered "oh woah nice choices." "Yah I know right" as we stand there in awkward silence not knowing what to say next dammit I was never trained for this. "Well uhm I should get my pieces ready to cut up." He states "no yah of course I should get started too!" As I start to pull out the cheapest wood piles in the class because I'm a broke high schooler. "Sorry man I didn't catch your name?" He says as I spin around to answer mid grapple of cheap wood "it's Aegon. How about you?" I ask back "I'm Caleb and it was nice talking to you Aegon and cool name!" As he walks away.

Caleb...interesting.

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