Call Me Crazy || Michael Clifford

1 || No Name

My heart beat out of my chest seeing the giant building blocking out the intense morning sun. That definitely didn't substitute for how hot and humid it was. The coastline wasn't too far from this school. About half an hour at most, I think. The distance wasn't enough to keep the precipitation from reaching this much inland, but we still get a taste of it!

Already I'm regretting my rather colorless outfit choice. A black, shear, sleeveless shirt with a Van Goh-inspired picture of Stormtroopers standing in line with a Deathstar staring down wherever they were. I wore my good pair of the only two pairs of black skinny jeans I had and wore a red plaid flannel shirt around my waist pairs with my red, high-top Converse. My grey backpack was covered with keychains I've gotten over the years and my favorite safety pin buttons (hot glued at the needles to make sure they don't easily come off). I wouldn't say I have a lot of makeup on. I just had my eyebrows done in the best way possible and a shit ton of mascara on. I'm not that good at eyeliner. My hand combed through my thick, brown, shoulder-length hair as it was being pushed towards my face by and unexpected gust of wind. I pushed my thick-framed glasses back up on the bridge of my nose and looked around at the sea of students flooding the school grounds. This place felt more like some sort of college than a high school, but maybe that's just me.

A yellow car caught my eye as it zoomed through the street to find a parking spot in the very back. As it drove past, I caught sight of a few weird car stickers on the back that kind of intrigued me. I watched from afar as four boys jumped out tackling each other as I leaned against my mother's Enclave in envy. Must be nice to have such close friends.

My mind was brought back to the present when I was poked harshly in the shoulder. In an instant my head snapped to see my little sister giving me a dirty look from the inch more of height difference she had on me. Her hand reached out to show me a pair of headphones I guess I left in the car. I took the pair from her palm and connected them with my phone.

From the other side of me, I heard the driver's seat door slam closed. My mother walked out from behind the other side of the car. I watched her sourly as she attempted to put her keys into her purse as quickly as possible, only delaying the process instead of taking her time which always helps.

"Okay," she sighed looking up at the building as I had a moment ago. "You ready?" Her smile seemed fake, but I knew her attempt to lighten the feel of today was the only way she knew how. I didn't say anything. My little sister responded for the both of us and I was following the two of them inside a foot away.

The building was pretty from the outside: weathered, red bricks; streaked, rusted, bold lettering displaying Berkeley High School in white letters. They hung proudly above an electronic information board that was currently flashing in red lights, Welcome back students! Made me already so done with this school.

My eyes wandered around a bit as I scoped the scene. Everyone was giving me weird looks and I guessed they probably aren't entirely sure what to make of me yet. A lot of good-looking guys looked my way, but they looked like jocks, douches, or anything not my type so I didn't dwell on the dogs. A large amount of girls were flat out staring at me as I drew closer to the front doors of the school. I could see that a lot of them were going to be a problem if I don't keep my head low. Their clothes read preppy all over and I hated them in America with a burning passion. Out of everyone, I could see those boys I found jumping out of the yellow car pretty easily. They were the only ones I saw, other than me, wearing all black or mostly black, jumping around like they hadn't seen each other in a millennia, and they didn't look like they'd been in a depression all of their life. Not that I'm bashing those people, but a few of them glared at me for no reason when walking by. The boys weren't that far from where I was walking. About twenty paces behind and they all seemed to be pretty chill after attacking each other.