BASIC - NEWTMAS

one

"why am i going to school again?" newt whispered to himself.

it was a new day; a new way to become even more alone.
school is a place where you learn, and usually no one cares about anything except their friends. when you're the kid that no one even wants to talk to, it's two times harder to even get up.the growing anxiety is something that he can't escape from. it's always hurting him and he hated hit. there was a little voice, always saying stuff, and it would never leave him. it was stuck with him in the worst way.

it was a monday morning, and no one wanted to go to school. when newt woke up like he did everyday, ready to go, he took his uniform and went to the bathroom. after getting dressed, he went downstairs to get his backpack and leave for school.

he said goodbye to his mother before leaving, and then started to walk to school. going to school wasn't really important to him anymore. well, it never really had mattered to him in the first place. having no friends was a main reason for it.
when he was younger he would try to make friends, but no matter what, no one ever liked him. he didn't know why, he tried to be nice and everything, but time began to pass and eventually he didn't even try to talk to people anymore; only speaking to people for school projects or when he had to work in pairs.

he did enjoy the walk he has to make to school everyday because he can enjoy and listen to silence and nature, his favourite things. he just enjoyed spending time out there and seeing something beautiful, while listening to nothing. sure he was a "weird" kid, if you want to say it like that, but in reality, he just enjoyed the simple things in life.

when the school building came into sight, something inside him turned off. it was like all the happiness was gone and sadness took its place instead. kids walked in to go to their classrooms; all ready for a new day to talk with their friends and tell them what they did or dreamt.

before class, newt would always find a nice place to read or just simply think. his favourite place to go was behind the school, near an old tree surrounded by more trees and nature. he walked in the building to see people chattering with each other.

newt just walked past them and went straight to his locker to take out some things. his first class was art, which was his favourite. the teacher, mr. hall, was kind of a free soul, and always made people draw anything related to themselves. it needed to be filled with deep meaning most of the time. in class today they would be finishing a painting about their favourite places.

some people didn't take mr. hall's class seriously, so they had to do a bid project about art when they could have just done the normal things.

the kids that usually never did anything in art were the "popular" kids that everyone wanted to be friends with. newt still didn't understand how the other kids at school could prefer them over him. those kids were mean- they insulted people and started fights.

there was still some time before classes started, so newt went to his usual spot in the back of the school. however, he did not make it there because some people were blocking the way. newt wasn't sure what do: avoid them or go the other way around? before he could make a decision, one of the kids got closer to newt.

"what are you looking at?" he asked in a very intimidating voice.

"n-nothing," stuttered newt. he really wanted to run away and go to his safe spot with nature, but this kid was there- ready to punch anyone.

newt started to walk back, but the kid grabbed him by the shirt and pushed him against the locker.

"where do you think you're going?" asked the brownish haired kid in front of him.

"n-no wh-where."

"look at you with you're little stutter. are you scared or what?" said the boy, really annoyed.

"c-can i-i go, please?" newt asked in the nicest voice he could muster in that moment.

"fine, but don't get in my way again." he said with a warning.

in reality, he actually did want to see the boy again though. he had never seen him with other people and wanted to know why. what were those brown eyes hiding?

newt started to walking to class, thinking about those kids. he had never liked them because they never had to try hard to make friends. they already had some with them.

when he got to class, he decided to sit in the back as always. he got what he needed to finish his painting, and stated to work on it. he could get lost doing one single thing. but that voice came back at the worst moments, saying horrible things that just made newt feel even more anxious about himself. he stopped working and closed his eyes, taking some deep breaths. if he couldn't get focused, he would usually run out of the class to his safe space. no one would ever notice that he was gone.
his painting was if the big old tree surrounded by younger trees.newt finished the details and waited a couple minutes.

he looked up to find that same kid staring at him, but when newt looked back at him, he looked in the other direction.

before the bell rung, he stoop up and took his work to mr. hall's desk. he put it there, and left the class- not needing to wait for anyone like everyone else was doing.

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hi so here is chapter one hope you really like it. sorry for updating until today.

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