Mr. Silent Boyxboy

First Day

*Small disclaimer: The events that happen in this story do not resemble the reality of the people i put up as the "cast". My stories are Fiction and therefore are not real and i will gladly take down the pictures if i am asked to do so.

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The bold italicized words is Oliver's writing.

The beautiful Logan Lerman as Oliver Daniels ---------->

I set down the last box in my empty room. I rumage through all the boxes until I find my whiteboard, markers, and my backpack. My dad walks in as i finish putting my jacket and backpack on. 

"You gonna have a good day at school?"

Why do you care?  I erase my whiteboard and try to walk past him but he pushes me back onto the floor.

"Listen, smart ass, do you want another beating before school, cause i'll give you one." I quickly shake my head no, not again, and get up from the floor. 

The movers are barely leaving when I open the door. I hate how we just had to finish movein on the monday that third quarter starts. I'm the new kid in school and half of the school year is already gone. Worse thing is is that I have to walk two miles just to reach the god damn bus stop. I hear this bus comes by twice, first time is where all the nerds who get to school early come on and there's a lot of space because no one gets up at 6 in the morning. The second time is where everyone else gets on and unfortunately i missed the first stop. 

I step on to the bus watching to make sure I don't step on any gum. The bus driver looked like my fifty year old grandma who bakes cookies and pinches my cheeks. "You the new kid?" she checks me out like i'm a piece of meat and then nods her head towards the back, "Welcome aboard,"

I walk towards the far back, ignoring the dirty glances i get. As I take another step the bus jerks forward, I lose my footing and land face first into some guy's crotch. I lay there too paralyzed to even lift a finger. 

"Are you gonna move?" He lifts my head and my eyes meet with god. His blue eyes sparkle in the dim bus light and his light brown hair falls just above his right eye. We stared for what seemed like hours before he finally said something. 

"I..um...asked you a question." How do I respond? I can't respond. 

I pick myself up and walk back to the front of the bus. Let's not do that again. The bus screeches to a hault and everyone but me gets off.

I don't know where to go.  I write to the bus driver.

"Oh...you're one of the silent types. Just go to the office and tell them you're new, they should help you after that."

Thanks.  I hop down and slowly make my way to the doors. The office was conviently the first thing you see when you walk in. I walke towards the front desk where a woman in her mid-30's sat and played solitaire.

"What brings ya here, sweet pea," It takes me a while to understand her rough southern accent.

I'm new here.  I set my whiteboard in front of her.

"You must be Oliver, your dad told me you were a quiet one." She prints out a piece of paper and hands it to me. "Here's your schedule." I hear the office door open but I don't turn around, "Hey, Mitch, you have Ms. Portelli first period right?"