Arizona Boy

Chapter 1

The drive from Iowa to Arizona was long and exhausting. Everyone was on edge since the past few days have been nothing but packing and moving stuff. And now we spent the entire day in a car. I just want to get to the house and be done with the moving part already.

Coming up towards the house, my dad pulls the car in to the yard. He and my mom are blabbering about how exciting moving is and that this was the best decision. I didn't pay much attention. Looking at the house and the neighborhood, one thing I can say is that Arizona is nothing like Iowa.

Once we got out the car, I helped move some bags in to the house. There wasn't much to bring in for now. Like I said we spent all day in a car, I'm pretty sure we're all tired.

Still ignoring my parents, I went upstairs to the room that would be mine. I tried cutting on a light, but our power hasn't been turned on yet. I decided to just give up and get ready for bed. Although it didn't take long for my mom to come upstairs to check on me.

"Hey, getting ready for bed already?" she stood there, looking even more tired than I did.

"Yeah, I'm pretty tired. Plus there's nothing else to do. Considering that we don't even have power." That sounded a lot more aggressive than I wanted it to. Realizing that, I instantly felt bad for it. "Sorry. I didn't mean for that to sound so mean."

"It's fine Harrison, I guess you are tired. Just don't stay up too late, your dad wanted to make sure you get a start on school as soon as possible, so your first day is tomorrow." She said as she crossed her arms. "I'll let you get ready for bed now, good night." She shuts the door as she leaves and heads downstairs.

I went on ahead and changed out of those annoying sweaty ass clothes. Then I got my sleeping bag and unrolled it out on the floor. It was hot as hell, so there was no way I was going to zip up in that thing. Eventually after my countless tossing and turning on top of the sleeping bag, I did fall asleep.

The Next Day:

I woke up with my back feeling as if someone kicked me in to a fucking wall. I had to sit up slowly to get past the pain. After that painful moment passed, I grabbed my phone and tried checking for any notifications. Shocking enough my phone wouldn't even cut on because my dumbass forgot to buy a portable charger. I soon heard my dad call from downstairs.

"Harrison! You're going to be late for your first day if you don't get a fucking move on it. The bus is supposed to be here after 8!" He yelled.

"Would've been great if one of you woke me up! Or even better! Allow me to go to school a week later, when we at least have power and furniture!?" I obviously yell back as I rush to get ready.

"Don't start with the bullshit Harrison! Just get your ass out of the house before the bus gets here, or else you're walking!" I heard a slam. He must've slammed his fist on the table for having to yell at me.

Saying nothing more, I finish getting ready and I head out the house with my book bag and my phone. Nothing really happened from the time I got to the bus stop, to the time I finally got to school. Everyone practically ignored me, I don't know what else I was expecting. I was the new kid. The outcast. I obviously don't belong here. Then to top it all off, this school was huge! I don't even know how I'm supposed get to the guidance office! There was literally nothing that could help point me in the right direction. I just ended up walking around looking lost.

It wasn't long for me to begin to feel a bit nervous. It was obvious that I had no idea where I was going. People began to notice me. They began to look and stare, some even began to whisper to one another. I continued to walk anyway, trying to ignore all the attention I was getting.

As I'm walking trying to look for signs or anything that could tell me where the damn guidance office was, I ran in to a guy. We both fell from the impact. People began laughing and talking about what they saw. It quickly ended when everyone saw who I knocked down. Still trying to piece together what happened, I felt someone grab my shirt. Immediately I was lifted up on to my feet. It was him. He had grabbed me. Still gripping on my shirt, the guy gave me a death glare. I struggled to get free of his grip, but he was much stronger than I was. So I stopped trying.

This guy was going to end me.