Cosmic Love || Newtmas

Day One

when Thomas opened his eyes, he had absolutely no idea where he was. the room was unfamiliar and stacks and stacks of boxes filled the floor space. something about the boxes triggered the memory, the memory of large moving trucks, being painfully uprooted from everything he had once known, and plopped down somewhere new.

Thomas groaned. This was his new room in his new house in a new town with new people. He had to start all over again, new high school, new rules, new classes and teachers. He hated not knowing anything anymore, he felt very lost.

He laid in bed as long as possible before his mom shouted for him to get up.

First day at a new school, part way through junior year. Great.

Thomas dressed in jeans and a t-shirt he found in a box marked CLOTHES in big black letters. They were slightly rumpled, but he didn’t care. He grabbed his book bag and car keys and called his goodbye to his mom.

Glade High School was a typical high school, just like the other high school he had attended. Except it was considerably smaller.

Thomas walked into the front office, he looked around for the attendant.

A man with a rat face sat in his office, Thomas knocked at the door, reading a plaque next to it that read VICE PRINCIPAL JANSON.

“Come in,” said the man.

Thomas stepped into the office.

“Hi, im Thomas and I am supposed to start here today.”

“Ah, yes, Thomas, i knew you were coming, i am Vice Principal Janson.” Thomas immediately disliked him. the man handed Thomas a course schedule. “It’s monday, so you’ll start in home room. That’s B115, I’ll have Alby show you.”

Janson summoned a dark skinned boy from out in the office hallway.

“Alby, show Thomas his home room, he is new here.”

The boy nodded and beckoned him to follow. “B Wing is this way, C wing is that way, upper c, is up those stairs, upper B is up those.” he pointed and Thomas followed.

The boy lead him down a hallway till they arrived at a door marked B115.

“Alright, this is your home room. Someone in your third hour can show you where the cafeteria is, i have to go, good luck.” And then the boy was gone, leaving Thomas alone.

Thomas scanned his classes, and kids began to poor into the hallway. He listened to them speak to one another. Their words seemed off to him, different.

Shuck face. Shank. Slint head. Thomas didn’t quite understand what these slang terms were, but he decided to figure that out later, and he walked into the classroom.

The room was empty of people and Thomas plopped into an empty desk, trying to get his bearings. His locker was supposedly in upper C wing. He'd have to check that out later, the bell was about to ring.

The door to the classroom swung open with a bang.

A short, chubby boy walked into the room eating something. He smiled jovially at Thomas and Thomas gave a small wave back.

“New kid?” Asked the younger boy.

“Yep.”

“I'm Chuck, I'm a freshman, this your home room? What's your name?”

“I'm Thomas, and I yeah.”

“Awesome,” said chuck, taking a seat next to him.

Thomas's day was rather uneventful.