Fire of the broken (unfinished)

The Morning After

"Bear" My Mum softly sung. I mumbled in my bed and rolled over. I couldn't remember anything that had happened the day before. It still felt like I was at home, where I wouldn't be noticed and I could stick my headphones in, so I could get on with my life. That wasn't the case though.

After some violent tugging, from my mum, I finally rolled out onto the floor. I quickly got dressed into my new uniform. It was tight around my neck, and almost cut of my blood circulation. The blazer hung uncomfortably on my shoulders, making me look like a young boy in his dads clothes. Once I had finished awkwardly staring at myself in the mirror, doing anything to make me looking slightly better. I moved on to my hair. My mum always complained that I needed it changed, but I wouldn't listen. It took about an hour of straitening my hair before I gave up. I was too nervous of being caught to concentrate on anything else.

I was staring at my hands, willing for my powers to just disappear, when the doorbell rang. "Go answer the door Dan" My dad called down the stairs. I was aching to have my coffee that lay waiting on the table but I dragged my feet across to the door.

Standing on the opposite side was a tall man with a small moustache that slightly resembled a Caterpillar. Standing next to him was a chubby boy with a large smile on his face. Unlike mine, his uniform hugged tightly to his body. The man finally spoke after a minute; it felt much longer. "Hello son! New to the neighbourhood?" The man had a defining and deep voice, "We brought you a welcome basket!" His son, who was a few inches smaller than myself, held out a wicker basket filled with fruits, sweets, tea, and other items. I swiftly took it from him and shoved it in the hallway behind me. " Looks like you and Timmy here are going to the same school." The man exclaimed with a beaming grin on his face. However, when I looked down at Timmy, he wasn't wearing the same uniform as me. The only thing that was slightly similar was the blazer, that suited him much more than me. The look of confusion on my face must of been very obvious, as the tall beefy man began to speak again. "But you're in sixth form, so your uniforms different." The man said, a bit quieter this time. 'Great.' I had thought to myself, another way I would stand out. "Umm... you can walk with me and, like, me and my, uh, friends? You probably have other people to go with though so don't worry it's fine I don't..." His stuttering had trailed off and he looked down at his feet. To avoid any human interaction I had lied and explained that I'd already sorted something. Timmy slumped off down the road, but his father stayed and gave me an apologetic smile. "He gets nervous talking to older kids" The man chuckled before he walked down the road to join his son.

The rest of the morning went by in a flash, and the time came when my mum pushed me out of the door with a smile. I thought this would bee the biggest challenge of my life, surviving through the day. Little did I know...