♡Run Boy Run♡

2 First Day

"So, Hannah. Where'd you live before here?" Alison asks from the front seat, her eyes gazing at me through the rear view mirror as Tristan sits silently in the passenger seat, looking out the window.

"British Columbia, Canada. With my parents and older brother." I fidget with the ring on my finger, my eyes finding their way to the back of Tristan's head, but I quickly focus back to Alison.

"Oh wow, that must've been hard moving so far away." She lets out a breath. "I've never been to Canada. It seems like a beautiful place."

"Yeah... it is." I smile lightly, staring out the window, as I notice my new school coming close into vision. My heart started racing. I've never been to a public school before, my dad always homeschooled me. So I felt quite overwhelmed at all the new people.

The car comes to a stop, Tristan immediately opening the door and slamming it violently. I watch him rush off into the school, his hands balled tightly into fists.

Alison sighs, balancing her head on the steering wheel. "Im sorry about him.... he's had a tough week. Well our whole family." She looks back at me.

"Oh, no it's okay.... I understand." I open the car door, sending her a tight lipped smile. "And thanks for the ride, I really appreciate it." I tuck a piece of hair behind my ear, getting out of my seat.

She nods "it's no problem. Oh, and if you ever need directions or help with school, don't be scared to ask me about it." She smiles, grabbing her bag and tossing it over her shoulder.

"Thanks." I smile again, closing the door behind me. As I turn around, I finally take everything in. Holy shit there's a lot of people here.

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The day so far is going smoothly, of course it's very overwhelming trying to get from place to place in a giant building with so many students everywhere. But besides that, everything's alright.

I enter my History class. As I take my seat, the teacher walks in leaning against the outside of his desk. He's a man, maybe in his late 50s, bald and quite short.

"Alright class..." he walks up to the chalk board then starts writing something on it. "Today, we will learn about. The Second Seminole War. Can anyone tell me a bit about that?" A couple of students raised their hands.

As the teacher started talking again, I felt a piece of paper hit the back of my head. I turn around discretely, to see a boy staring at me and pointing to the piece of paper.

I pick up the paper, and unfold it.

"Don't mess with Andrews."

I look at the note, confused. I turn my head to look back at the boy, but he's not there.

I shake it off, then fold the note back up, shoving it in my pocket.

Andrews... Andrews? Who is that? Where's it from? How do they expect me to know who this is? It's only my first day. Whatever... it's probably nothing.

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I walk into the cafeteria, looking around for a spot to sit. I've heard about cliques and things like that those stupid teen movies, but I'm not sure if it's like that in real life. Here, everyone seems like they have a place where they belong.

Instead of overthinking on where to sit, I just decide to sit at an empty table, by myself. I don't mind being alone, sometimes I even prefer it, rather than sitting with a bunch of fake, stupid people.