Our First Encounter

First day

"I don't want to go, you can't make me!" I screamed at my mom as she tried to drag me out of the door.

"Look, I have to go to work, so you have to go to school!" she screamed back as I gave in and walked out of the door. Tears started flooding my eyes as I remember passed 'first days'. I hope none of the kids from last year are here, I really hope so. I walked up to the silver Toyota Camery, which in my eyes, was a horrible car. The engine always clicked... The air conditioning doesn't work, it's just hell. I sighed and opened the door to get in.

"You know, I can just wa-" I started as mom cut me off.

"Or you could sit your ass down and take the free ride." she said back softly. As you can see, my mom is NOT a morning person. Not even coffee can save her morning asshole-ness. I rolled my eyes and roughly sat down, avoiding all of the trash.

"I heard that." she said glancing back.

"Heard what? I didn't do anything." I stated... I really didn't do shit.

"Don't roll your eyes at me again.." she said looking back to the front window. Obviously she didn't hear me roll my eyes, I just do it so often she knows every time I do. I sat in the seat, very bored and stared at the road as we were pulling up to the school.

"There are going to be a lot of bigger kids here, stay out of their way... you don't want to get trampled over." she stated in a sweet voice. Oh no, here she goes again.

"I'm not a little ki-" And she cuts me off again. oh my gosh.

"You're 5'5, you're a little kid. don't test me, I'll burn you." she said. I know for a boy I'm short... but that doesn't make me a little kid. I didn't respond. I opened my door and slammed it back, I jogged to the front entrance before my mom could protest. She was right, everyone's so tall! I walked into the large doors and looked up at everyone. They look like nice people... except there are some of the same boys from last year. I ducked down more than I already was 'ducked down' and flinched at the sight of them.

-Last year-

They were total douche bags to me last year. I know I'm a nerdy little kid, but jeez. They would ask for my answers to like everything. On test they would look over to copy my answers. Now, I'm not stupid, I know how to fuck them over. When they tried to copy my answers, I wrote down the wrong answers for everything. Then I would ask the teacher to use the bathroom, with the other paper rolled up in my pocket. I walked quickly to the bathroom and shoved open the door. I sat into the corner, ignoring all of the random pieces of toilet paper. As soon as I got the paper unrolled I wrote my name on the top. I scanned the sheet and instantly saw how easy it was. I wrote down all the answers and shoved the paper back into my pocket. I walked out and ran back to the classroom getting all kinds of looks.

"You made me have to wait 10 minutes, fucking fag." A boy said to me in a deep voice. I swear he has the deepest voice in the whole middle school, I'm kind of jealous. I sat down slowly, ignoring what he said.

"Are you fucking deaf? Did you enjoy your shit, fag?" He growled back. Oh my gosh, if only I had the balls to tell him I was correcting my test. And like a little bitch I was the tears started to fill my eyes.

"I..I'm sorry." I said back as he walked away all I heard was 'what a fucking pussy'. The teacher just sits there and lets everyone walked around everyone. Justin, Christopher, and Nick ran this class. It's pitiful how the teacher just sits there.

-Now-

I turned at the memory and walked to the office. There was a full line, obviously all the freshman were lost. My first class is english, room 211. I walked away from the line and tried to find the room myself. The first door I saw was room 203, so I walked down more. I found the door, actually it wasn't too difficult. The teacher was staring down at all the students with a rock hard, stern look.

"Alright, there are going to be some rules-" He started, I rested my head onto the desk trying to ignore him. Then a kid tugged my hair until I lifted my head up.

"Hey there again, fag. Wow, you're as short as last year. I'm going to destroy you." He said and I flinched running out of the class. No, No, NO, SHIT! This asshole sits behind me?! No way! I sat into the door and started crying. I placed my head into my knees and sulked which seemed like forever.

"Running from class too?" I heard a boy say. Or should I say man, damn what a deep voice! I slowly looked up and there was a taller boy smiling down at me. He looked friendly, but I ignored him and placed my head back into my knees.

"Hey, are you alright? Wait.. you're crying?! Dude... hey, get up." He said, his tone going from stern to soft. I sat there beginning to cry again. I bet some douche bag paid him to be all nice and cuddly, for god sake... He looks like a senior. I slowly got up and looked away before he hit me or whatever.

"Dude... I'm not gonna hurt you." He said and I turned slowly.

"You won't... but others might." I stated wiping the tears from my eyes.

"Then, I'll protect you! Alright, I will." He said. I broke into a soft laughter. Protect me?! What is he, my guardian angel?

"Protect me?! I don't even know your fucking name!" I screamed at him. Whatever he's trying to do, I'm not trusting it. He stepped forward a little.

"Don't you curse at me, I'm your senior! That's rude. My name... It's Jonathan." He growled back. Well damn. Feisty huh? Nathan, I liked that name.

"I'm sorry." I said back as I started to walk away. I got about a foot away before he grabbed my arm.

"Your name?" He said... oh my, I know he doesn't actually want to know me.

"Adam. I have to get back to my class, you should probably get to yours." I said to him as I walked towards the class door.

"Actually this is my class." He responded back and I looked at him in disbelief, he must be stupid. A senior... Still in freshman classes.

I hope you enjoyed. :)
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