❦Zach❦
Home life kicked rocks but nothing was worse than school. A place of so many different characters and personalities, many of which clashed with mine. Growing up rich I tend to be snobby unintentionally. My sister and I are literally chauffeured to school in a limo every morning, courtesy of my dad and all his extra-ness. "Go big or go home!" was a big saying in our family. But somehow I remained an outcast.
My parents spoiled me and my sister in materialistic affection thinking that satisfied our appetites for the nurturing and care every child naturally wants from their parents. So love isn't something we quite understand from lack of experience of such a foreign feeling. At this point we don't care. Now instead we naturally expect things instead of care and we sort of mistake receiving these things with the gift of love.
Just as my running thoughts subside we're right in front of the high school's entrance. The door to my side is opened by my chauffeur and I give a nod of gratuity as he shuts it behind me. By this point Christina has already sprinted off wanting no one to know I have any relation to her what so ever, whatever. She has a rep to keep up and a nerdy brother like me would just destroy that I guess. It's almost hard to believe we were ever close.
As for me I come off as lost but it's just my natural awkwardness. I hold onto my backpacks straps, a habit of mine, as I walk around school. I just hate how my arms dangle so loosely and idle-like as I walk. I should've worn a jacket so I wouldn't get anxiety from something as small as not knowing what to do with my hands. As I jog up the steps and make my way up to the third floor, which is where the tenth grade lockers are, I run into one of my friends Daniel.
Me and Daniel met through band camp last year. Daniel is this musical prodigy who literally plays every instrument, can sing, and remembers the entire pi decimal number. We both played the piano, had a rich upbringing, and liked video games so we hit it off right away. I found out after that summer we actually lived quite close to each other and even went to the same school. Now we're basically inseparable.
"Hey," Daniel says as he sort of skips to catch up to me. We both stop at my locker. He's wearing his usual band tee with black jeans, his way of "blending in" as he'd put it but he does actually have a love for music so it's not a total lie.
"Hey Daniel." I respond trying to focus on getting my locker open. I'm not much of a morning person when I think about it sometimes.
"We should hang out today." He suggests with that goofy smile of his. It's basically his trademark. It makes him even more innocent looking than he already actually is with the gap and this curl to it at the ends like the Grinch. I don't see why he hates it but I think no one pulls that tooth gap off better than him.
"My house or yours?"
"Definitely yours," He makes his decision all too quickly. "Your moms cookies are to die for." I would've corrected him and told him those cookies were Daisy's famous recipe but it didn't really matter. I was more focused on trying to escape my parents for a day to care.
"Why not yours?" I offer a weak smile as I shut my locker haven gotten all I needed for the day. I feel more anxious now but with no real reason to. The mix of so many voices at different octaves starts to fog my train of thought as Daniel responds. I'm thinking about everything and nothing at all when I saw that perfect stranger walk pass and in a whir he walks pass. He moves so coolly as he dodges contact with me trying to squeeze through the malingerers. I was so transfixed you would've sworn I saw a ghost but it was just curly haired Jack Avery the haunting crush.
