With You

Chapter 2: C.R

Author's Notes:
I always seem to cringe at my works. No matter how much effort I put in to them. Sad lyfe :P

"Do you live near here?" I asked Danielle definately not in a matter simmilar to that of a serial killer. "Before I bumped into you, I was probably walking for about 10 minutes so nope. How about you?" "Same here, I actually considered my house to be within walking distance from school before, but damn, was I wrong" I regret walking. I could've commuted, byt nooooo, I decided to try to get in shape. Jesus, fuc- "What's wrong with a short walk every day?" My train of thought keeps getting cut short today. Again, so much for that "20 minutes to myself" shit. We went silent for about 5 minutes, but when we reached our school- "I plan to walk from my house to my school and back for the rest of the school year" "W-what are you made of?"

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Alright, you're here. Take a deep breath, be charismatic, be friendly and most importantly, don't fuck this up. Just, look normal for once. You're early, go freshen up

"I guess this is where we part ways. Seeya around, Danielle." I smiled and waved my hand

"Seeya" she also smiled

Comfort room. Comfort room. Comfort room. Where the hell is this place's comfort rooms? A normal person would walk up to someone and ask, but being the socially akward fuck that I am, that's out of the question. This place isn't even that big, how the hell have I not found the C.R yet. Unghh, I can feel people staring at me. This is horrible.

A few minutes of looking for the comfort room later.

Library. Big ass cafeteria. Gymnasium. 'Buncha classrooms. Yup, this place has everything. EXCEPT A FUCKING C.R. I've practically familiarized myself with the lay out of this school and I've still to find a trace of a C.R. The fact that I'm too stupid to ask for help isn't really, well, helping either. If I don't find a comfort room by the time I have to go to class, I swear. There's this strange spot in the wall though, I feel like there's supposed to be a door here but there isn't

"Looking for something, lad?"

The old male voice managed to startle me enough to make me stutter. Fuck. "O-oh, uh no not really, just trying to find the comfort room" I turn around to find a man, probably in his mid to late 60s holding a cup of coffee. "Ahh, a newcomer. Welcome to my school, son. I hope you enjoy your time here. I can always tell transferees or visitors from the staff and old students. Mainly because the former always get lost trying to find the C.R on this floor." the old man chuckled under his breath. "Damned carpenters forgot to put a door to the actuall C.R. Now we're left with a gap where the door should be." he points to the gap on the wall. "Anyway, son, there are C.Rs are on floor 2. Come, walk with me."

"What's your name, lad? Your grade?" he said. "My name is Mark Anthony, I'm a 10th grader. Might I ask what yours is, sir?" I'm horrible at making small talk. "My name is Lewis, son, Lewis Robinson. I'm the principal of this school. If you have any problems or concerns, feel free to approach me. It's always nice to listen to my students."

He seems like a great guy. Friendly, approachable, jolly. I like him

"That's the C.R, lad. I have some paperwork to attend to, run allong now." with a smile and a quick pat on my back, Mr. Robinson continued walking up the stairs.

Alright, there's the comfort room you've been looking for for the last 7 minutes. Go, do your thing. Prepare your introduction, smile, make friends and don't be weird. This is my new school, a new start awaits, Mark