Change My Mind

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Ciao Little Ones! Just so you all know, I'm not going to be able to write AT ALL, not even start anything, the last week of June.. I'm doing a thing... sorry! But I promise I'll try to post more this week and all the way until I leave. Hope you enjoy!!

Mitch POV

"Mitch, hurry up! You don't want to be late!" My mom calls for me up the stairs just as I come skipping down with a grin, already dressed and prepared to go to my new school. "Oh, never mind, you're ready," my mom comes over to me and ruffles my hair. I try not to flinch; I hate when people touch my hair, it takes forever to style perfectly, but I don't want to hurt my mom's feelings, so whatever. I grab the piece of toast from the counter. "Bye mom! I'll call you when I'm done with my first day." I shout over my shoulder to her before rushing into the bathroom to fix my hair and make sure I look cute.

"Bye sweetie! Remember to speak with the coach about a sport!" My shoulders curl forward a little to hide myself, what always happens before I lied to my parents.

"Okay Mom, see you later." I close the door and let out a relieved sigh, before jogging to my car and driving myself to school.

I have never been an athletic person, sports just don't please me like a lot of other masculine things. Cars, hookups, having giant muscles and girls that cling to them until they dump them for a 'fresher model'. In fact, these kind of things are the activities and subjects I shy away from, but my parents don't know this about me. They've always wanted an athletic, masculine boy to raise for sports.. sometimes I feel like I was just a disappointment, but I always push that aside. They are busy and successful people, so I figured that if I stay out of their way it was fine. I mean, not all kids have to be friends with their parents, sometimes their just, relatives. Like they're supposed to be.

I pull into the school's parking lot and step out just to gape at the vastness of the campus.

Oh god, I'm totally doomed. Goodbye cruel world, I bid thee adieu. I send my pleas into the universe, hoping to be saved as I step into the giant school building. I walk cautiously through the halls avoiding eye contact, looking for the main office before finally finding it tucked between some math classrooms.

I approach the woman at the desk and shyly clear my throat to get her attention.

"Excuse me? I'm new and I need a schedule. My name is Mitchell Grassi?" The woman looks at me with her eyes narrowed before typing my name into her computer and retrieving my schedule from the printer behind her. Without a word she hands it to me and I quickly hurry through the wide hallways towards my first class since I have the time to find it myself. I'm looking forward to this class, choir.

Yes, I know I know, oh my god that's so gay, but first of all, I love to sing. Singing has always been my passion since I could talk. I was in choir at my last school and I wasn't bullied for it at all. Then again, it was a small school with no real separation between social groups. But, either way, I'm never going to stop singing. That would literally be like trying to stop breathing. I've even tried to write music, and to be frank, I don't think I'm a terrible songwriter. They were actually kind of good. Basically, choir is my home and singing is my day to day house job. Second of all, I actually am gay. It wasn't that hard to figure out, since I love singing, fashion, and checking out cute boys. That is kind of a give away. But no one knows. I don't really feel like explaining why quite yet though. But yeah, I love choir.

I walk down to the choir room, and find myself face to face with a bunch of timid freshmen and a couple fellow nice looking upperclassmen. Yeah, I'm a senior, but I'm new so I'm acting like a freshman. And the whole time we just go around playing 'how-to-get-to-know-each-other games' and laugh the whole time. Maybe this year won't be so bad.

We start filing out of the classroom as soon as the bell rings for 2nd period. I look down at my schedule. AP History. I look back and forth down the halls, but no teachers prowl around to scold anyone or help kids like me, and this time I have a very short amount of time to navigate. I feel my heart beat faster and my palms start to sweat; my panic levels are definitely rising. My breathing speeds up and I am definitely slipping into a complete panic attack. God help me.

Someone taps me on the shoulder, distracting me from my soon-to-be full panic attack. I spin around to a short, sweet-looking girl with dyed blonde hair, soft brown eyes and a wide smile, but the bright grin turns into a look of worry when she sees my panic stricken face. "Hey, are you okay? I was just in choir class with you. I'm Kirsten, just in case you forgot, but you can call me Kirstie. Are you new?" All I can do was nod to all of her questions. She giggles, and takes my schedule from me.

"I'm going to assume you are lost?" Kirstie glances at me with a knowing a look and I blush before nodding again. She looks at my 2nd period and her eyes light up. "Oh! I have this class next! Follow me, I'll show you where it is." We start walking down the halls. "Do you have any questions about this school?" I think about it and notice that a bunch of people wave to her as we walk.

"Um, yeah. How come everybody knows you?" Kirstie laughs and waves at some math-letes against the lockers. "Because I'm the head cheerleader, which means I'm in charge of all the leadership activities and rallies and such. It's a lot but I really enjoy it and I know a lot of people that way." I instantly shy away from her, and she notices my discomfort. She snuggles up to my side and giggles, "It's okay Mitchell, I'm not a popular bitch like the other cheerleaders. They hate me, but only because I haven't hooked up with that Scott guy and his band of stoned idiots."

"Who's Scott?" Kirstie scoffs and rolls her eyes. "He's the one guy at this school I never wave to, he'd probably take it as an invitation into my skirt. He's full of shit, and he smokes shit too. Please try to avoid him? You're my friend now, and I don't want you hurt. If he notices you going into one AP class, he'll beat you up so bad you'll have to stay home for a week. I've seen it happen but there is never anything I can do. Please say you'll avoid him? For me?" Her eyes shine with real worry and plea, so I smile and give her a side-hug to comfort her. I'm not acting either, this Scott guy sounds terrifying, and I definitely seem like a nerd, so I'm a perfect target.

"Of course not, Kirstie. Don't worry, I'll stay out of his crap." She laughs and I beam with total bliss of having such a good and caring friend already. "Oh, and by the way, I go by Mitch." We keep talking and walk to AP History arm in arm, giggling the whole way.

Little did I know that going to that AP class was a huge mistake.

Thanks for reading! I'm sorry it's so long but now you see why it took so long to post. Hope you enjoyed it, see you next chapter!! <3 <3