Lethal

Chapter 1

        Like any new kid in the morning their first day of school, I was reluctant to go. Honestly, I would have rather chewed off my left foot. But due to the fact I was incapable of regenerating limbs, that just wasn’t a feasible solution at the moment. I had been dragged all the way from my comfy, familiar home in Florida to tree-infested Oregon. I cursed under my breath. I was absolutely livid that I had to leave my life in Florida. I only had one year of high school left! I always imagined  graduating with all the people I had known since pre-school. My parents were evil fascist jerks! Okay, yes, I may be overreacting, but I had a right to be mad, right? Just because my father found a better job in this unfamiliar town. Why couldn’t it have waited until I left for college? Everyone knows teenagers hate change. This is a BIG change. I had to start all over again.  Now here I am, about to leave for my first day of my new life.

“Eugene, what are you waiting for? You’re going to be late!” my moms shrill voice exclaimed. 

“Ack! Mother! Don’t do that!” I glared.

“What?!” 

“Talk.” I stated. 

“Oh, stop being such a grease on a spot!” she shrieked. My eyes widened.

“What does that even mean-you know what nevermind, I’m going.” I said raising my hands in the hair and sprinting out of the house. 

Mother was an interesting character. She was a short, pudgy woman with curly brown locks and a sweet face covered in light wrinkles to provide evidence of her ancient existence on this planet. Do not get me started on that voice of hers, it was just agonizing to the ears. You’d think I’d be used to it after 17 years. I know what you’re thinking, and no, I don’t have mommy or daddy issues. Other than the fact that I was dragged here kicking and screaming by them, I had a normal, somewhat, healthy relationship with my parents. They loved me unconditionally.

I lumbered my way to my car, a pontiac grand-am. It wasn’t very easy on the eyes. It was white, rusty and ugly, but it ran like a charm. My parents got it as an apology gift for ‘making sudden changes in my life.’ It helped simmer me down a bit. 

Realizing I had ten minutes to get to class, I quickly leaped in and with a lead foot sped off towards my new school. Pulling into the parking lot, I screeched to a stop at the only parking spot in the back. I grabbed my bag and sprinted to the front doors. Sure enough right as I entered the bell rang. Damn. Well, there was no use running anymore.

I still kept a good pace as I headed to my first class, World Lit. On my way there I tried to keep my mind off of trivial things, like who will be in my class, will my teacher make my life hell? I cut all the thoughts off before they went too far, reminding myself that I don’t care.

  I ambled into room 203. All the faces shot towards me, examining me like I was some sort of exciting new toy to use and break at your own whim. Everything was silent. Then, as if on cue, everyone started whispering to each other, not taking their eyes off me. I chuckled at how cliche it was and rolled my eyes. 

“Ms. Brighten, I presume?” a friendly voice croaked. I cocked my head towards the feeble looking woman. She was hunched over, looking like she could collapse at any moment. I nodded, not speaking a word. “Well please, take a seat, deary. Normally I do not except tardiness, but I’ll let it pass today, seeing as you are new to this school.”  She peered at me through her thick rimmed glasses.  I cracked a small smile towards her.

“Thank you.” I murmured taking an empty seat towards the back.  By this point everyone took their gaze off me, no longer interested by the distraction. The teacher had ‘Mrs. Granton’ written on the whiteboard. Everyone ignored what Mrs. Granton was saying and turned their attention to their own conversations. She didn’t seem to notice, or care. A kid with blond hair and dark brown, large and overly curious eyes turned to me.