Broken fingers //Voltron high school AU

Part 2: Nothing Left

Note: I'm trying to write as much as I can before school starts so hopefully a lot of stuff will be out. Thank you and enjoy.

The blaring noise of the alarm clock tore him from sleep, making him jerk up into a sitting position. The blankets were tangled around him and his hair hung in his eyes. He could see himself in the mirror propped against the wall by the door. He was breathing hard, his clothes wrinkled, and a thin sheen of sweat covering his skin. The beams watery blue light that cast into his room made everything feel peaceful.

Keith unraveled himself from the blankets and hurried to the bathroom, showering quickly and quietly brushing his teeth when he got out. Shiro was gone for work, but Adam was still asleep. He crept back into his room and threw on a South of Heaven t-shirt, black jeans, and his worn out red jacket that he'd had for years. It had a few rips in the seams and the color was faded, but he refused to throw it away. He had once thought that he'd get rid of it if he ever got out of foster care, not wanting to remember that time in his life, but now he saw it as a trophy. An item that symbolizes how he made it out better then some of the others who'd been like him. Plus, he wasn't materialistic. He'd wear the jacket until it couldn't be worn.

Grabbing his headphones, his bag from the dinner table—which was full of new note books and the text books the school had sent—and a bagel from the cabinet because food was necessary, Keith headed out the front door. He felt like avoiding the embarrassment of the school bus, so he walked. Putting on his headphones and playing music from his old iPod, he started down the road. He'd memorized the path from the house to the high school, so he wouldn't get lost. The road was peaceful as he ate and walked. There were a lot less cars then in the city. Keith fondly recalled his house in Texas, where he and his father had lived until Keith was ten. It had been a small cottage in the middle of a desert, but it had been home.

The town was more detested though. Keith had the company of birds and squirrels and the occasional car that rushed by. Wind softly blew past, shaking leaves off the branches and sending them twirling down to the ground. Keith watched them go down and realized just how unfamiliar the quiet, tiny town was.

He turned the corner and the trees grew thinner until it was an open road. Up ahead, he saw a large brick building. Mustard-yellow busses were lining up in front, kids filing off and heading inside. Above the big glass front doors, the words "Gabriel Garrison High School" were printed in metal. Keith paused, watching the people as they went inside, and felt very detached from the world. Like he watching something on tv. No one even noticed him, though he didn't mind. It was an odd feeling of superiority, as if he were more aware then them. People acted differently when they thought no one was watching. He saw a few bent heads, kids walking alone. Those are the introverts he thought, guessing he would fall in with them, another forgettable face in the crowd that people would look at in the year book decades later and say "oh yeah, I think he was in my science class," and would move on without another thought.

Sighing, Keith continued walking, staying on the edge of the crowd. He didn't feel like talking to one of the adults that stood by the doors, monitoring the kids, so he plunged forward and wandered through the halls until he found the plate that said "Principal's office" and went inside, taking off his headphones and resting them around his neck. It was quiet and smelled like mothballs and hand sanitizer. There was an old lady and an old man sitting at desks behind a counter. Keith gripped the strap of his bag and cleared his throat.

The old lady looked up at him through he glasses, her eyes judgmental, even though she smiled. Keith had learned that people were good at hiding their true emotions, but the eyes always gave them away.

"You must be Keith Kogane. Principal Zarkon will see you, his office is back there," she pointed behind her. She had a New York accent that bordered on being New Jersey. It was gravelly and lower then he had excepted. Silently, Keith moved past her and down a small thin hallway to the door at the end. He pushed it open and saw the office behind the door.

The walls were off-white and had a few white boards and a calendar pinned up on them. There was a big wood desk that took up most of the room. On the desk was a computer, a few picture frames facing away from Keith, and a pot that held a dead plant. There was a small table in the corner with a coffee maker on it and disposable coffee cups. A metal-framed upholstered chair sat in front of Keith, facing the desk. And behind the desk was a man

The man was large and intimidating, more then twice the size of Keith. He had a stony face with small, light-green, almost yellow eyes that bore into Keith. He had white-gray hair, slicked back and boxy so it looked like a helmet. He wore a pressed gray suit without a single wrinkle. His tie was black, and the shirt underneath blindingly white. He was frowning at Keith, as if his very existence was a bother.

"Um,, hi?" Keith said, breaking the silence, his hand still on the door knob. He could hear the annoyance in his own voice. "Welcoming office you've got here," he muttered, disguising the words with an exasperated sigh.

"Sit," the principal ordered, his voice deep and rough. He seemed to have not heard Keith's sarcastic comment. He sat, slumping down with his bag in his lap.

"Here's your schedule, and a a description of where each class is. You should be able to find out where the rooms are," there was something behind the words, unspoken, as if he meant to say if you're not stupid. But of course, he didn't say that. "You have two weeks to catch up on the curriculum and after that you will be held to the same standards as a normal student. That's all for now, so go to your home room. I except you not to cause trouble, mister Kogane." His eyes narrowed on Keith. He said his last name like Ko-Gain.

"It's Ko-gone-ay" Keith couldn't help but correct him. The man scowled, but said nothing. Some how his silence was more terrifying then how Keith thought his yelling would be. Keith stood, thanked the principal quietly and hurried out with the papers. He passed the old secretaries without a word and was out in the hall way.

He sighed, leaning against the wall. Closing his eyes, he thought of going to home room. How everyone would be looking at him. He thought of how easy it would be to just walk out the front door, forget about school.

But out there would be nothing. There was no where else, nothing left for him to do then straight up, and go find his first class. And so he did.

Note: I had no idea who else to make principal other then Zarkon. I'm not sorry.