Outcast

Outcast- Cole moves in

+Cole+

Unpacking. Unpacking. Some more unpacking this and that. Cole was sick of it! He liked his old school. He had begged his mom to stay. He wanted to go back. He didn't belong in Florida. His parents had just decided one day they'd scoop him up and move here.

He lived, nay, used to lived in New York, New York. He used to go to a fancy private school, Bridgeport All-boys school. Which was right next to Bridgeport All-girls school.

He was known to be the best basketball player there. He was quite popular there. And somehow, He landed himself here. With no idea what was gonna happen next.

He wondered if people would reject him. He wondered if people in Florida would think of him as a freak. How would Cole handle that? It would definitely be a change.

Cole Anderson stopped unpacking boxes in his room and admired it.

The walls were dark brown and had many posters of his favorite bands up. My Chemical Romance, Green Day, Lincoln Park, and other various artists.

His round modern dressers were all covered with action figures from his favorite comics and movies. The Joker wad in front of them all. He was his absolute favorite. He admired his make-up and the card tricks he did.

Cole chuckled to himself and walked out of his unfinished bedroom. Today was Sunday. Tomorrow he would be starting school at a totally new learning facility. He shoved his hands in his pockets and walked down the hall, passing the bathroom and his little sister's room, Ella.

"Coe, Coe!" She cooed.

She always called him 'Coe' because she couldn't pronounce an 'L' when she was younger. The name stuck with him, even though she was seven and could pronounce "yellow" just fine. It irritated him.

"Yes?" He asked.

She giggled and took the tiara on her head off and put it one Cole's.

"I'm a boy though! I'm not supposed to wear tiaras!" He teased playfully.

"Can I have a cup o' Avle Juice?" Ella asked with a pouty face.

She meant to say Apple Juice but she thinks she get more attention if she says it in a cute way.

Cole walked into the kitchen. "Hey, How's your room going?" His mom yelled excitedly. She was putting kitchen supplies in the redwood cabinet above the sink and humming happily to herself.

"Good....good..." He repeated, reaching into the fridge for the Apple juice.

"Well,-" He mother said. "There's a girl who lives right down the street in 112!" She exclaimed. "She goes to your school."

"Your point?" He asked lazily.

"Well, you know, maybe you guys will become friends."

"No thanks...." Cole answered, slightly annoyed. He didn't want to worry about making friends until tomorrow. He was nervous as it is. Why should he go and make a fool of himself already?

"Why don't you go over there and say hi?" Cole's mother replied, ignoring his last comment.

"Why should I?"

"Cole Anderson, you're going over there to say hi!" She said, strictly. She stopped what she was doing to look at him.

"Fine! But, I'm making Ella glass of Apple Juice...?" He sighed, not fully giving in. The glass of juice was in his hand, ready to be delivered.

"I'll take care of it." She took the juice from his hand and marched out of the room after giving him one last warning about going to say 'hi'.

He sighed and patted down his hair, then put on his shoes. He thought of the countless possibilities that could happen while he was there.

Number one: Door slams in his face

Number two: Person scoffs, then slams door in his face.

Number three: Person peeps through window to see who it is, realizes he is a stranger, doesn't answer and pretends not to be home.

Number four: Cole knocks on door, person answers, Cole slips and falls due to slippery pavement.

Number five: Loses his voice while trying to say 'hi' to them.

Number six: Gets eaten by a giant flower plant.

Cole scolded himself for being so immature about it. He had been to plenty of girl's houses before. But this time was different. He rang the doorbell when he got to 112. The knob turned slowly and the door opened.

A girl with black hair stood before him.

"Hi..I'm Cole"