(TRIGGER WARNING: If you hadn't already seen by the tags and description, this story is full of some rough topics which may be triggering so please read at your own risk.)
__________________(NEWT'S P.O.V.)____________________
"GET UP YOU PIECE OF SHIT!" My Dad yelled, startling me out of my slumber. It was the first time I had gotten more than an hour of sleep and it was being disturbed by the fact that I had to get to school.
"Fucking 'ell, alright-"
"The FUCK did you just say to me ya fucking twat!?!?" He interrupted in a rage.
"I said ALRIGHT dad, like-"
"Don't you use that fucking tone on me, you pile of shit! I'm not your Mum, I'm not gonna allow you to just do whatever the FUCK you want whenever the FUCK you want to! Now get your ass down here, now!" As I walked down the stairs, I felt a sudden pain across my left cheek. "NOW DO AS I SAY!!"
"I'm going..." Of-fucking-course I show up to school on my first day with a welt on my cheek... I think as I get my coat on and walk out the door. Before I even make it to the pavement, I pull my scarf up over my face to cover today's welt. I start walking to school with nothing but a pencil and a sketch pad to keep me busy. I pull my coat sleeve over my hands as a nervous habit and walk the ten miles to the school.
----------------------------(TEN MILES LATER)-----------------------------
When I end up at the school, it's crowded with TONS of other teens. I see a couple stares but other than that, everyone leaves me alone. I walk into the main office and am immediately pulled into an office.
"Newt, we were hoping you'd be here earlier, um, so we could give you a tour of the building without other students around but, um, at least you made it." A blonde lady with tons of make-up said, looking suspiciously at my scarf. "Also, I'm sorry but we have a "no covering face" policy here at this school so if you wouldn't mind removing that scarf, It'd be greatly appreciated."
"Don't ask any questions..." I said sternly as I lowered the scarf. The room let out a collective gasp as the welt showed itself.
"You should get that checked out at our nurse... if you want, I can walk you there."
"I'm fine..." I replied. I got up, grabbed my scarf and schedule, and walked out of the office. I found where my first period was, which was on the second floor, and walked into the class numbered 2-039 and sat down at the back corner.
"Mr. Issac, good to see you. I'm your new World Wars teacher Mr. Williams. I look forward to seeing how you work."
"Thank you..." I muttered back, eyes lowered and hand covering the wound on my cheek. I was NOT going to allow some teacher to pity me my first day, not in a million years. Soon after,the bell rang and students started to flood through the doors. One kid in particular stuck out though. He was a lanky boy with dark brown hair and a hint of freckles dotting his cheeks. He was surrounded by a bunch of girls and yet he didn't seem interested in any of them? It was odd... very odd.Then I realized something else...he was staring at me. He got up from what seemed to be his usual spot and sat in the desk right next to me. He took out a notebook and a pen and started madly scribbling down words. He then closed the notebook and passed it to me. Here's what it said:
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Hey, you don't look familiar so I'mma introduce myself...
I'm Thomas, Thomas Edenson. (Yes, it is close to Thomas Edison, cheesy right)
I am QB for the Glader High Grievers (our football team) as well as co-captain of
the track and field team. My buddy Minho is captain. I'm a Senior this year. Also,
here's a copy of my schedule, maybe we have other classes together and I could
show you around?
PER. 1: H. World Wars-Mr. Williams----- 7:30~8:30 am
PER. 2: AP. Lit.-Mrs. Fahrenheit---------- 8:35~9:35 am
PER. 3: Glee Club-Mr. Hudson----------- 9:40~10:40 am
PER. 4: Algebra II- Ms. Hangery--------- 10:45~11:45 am
PER. 5: LUNCH------------------------------ 11:50~12:15 pm
PER. 6: Permaculture-Mr. Leaveny---- 12:20~1:20 pm
PER. 7: Theatrics I-Mr. Morrison-------- 1:25~2:30 pm
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I sat there, astonished. I have all the same classes as this kid... this could be helpful and what are the odds of that, like what the fuck? I thought to myself as I read over his schedule about three more times. I wrote him back:
Hey, I'm Newt Issac. I transferred here from London just last week but
hadn't started until just today. Surprisingly enough, we have all the same classes so I
would love the help getting to know the school. Also, your name isn't cheesy, I
like it! I'm basically Issac Newton so at least your guy didn't have an epiphany
after being hit in the head by a fucking apple! But, yeah. BTW: why did you choose to
introduce yourself to me? I just don't seem like the kind of guy you'd chill with. Either
way, thanks again for the introduction. It's good to meet new people in a place like
high school .
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He smirked at me when he finished reading and then giggled. Suddenly, my life felt okay. In the gaze of this Tommy fellow, I felt like more than just some awkward teen. I felt like I mattered to someone. But that feeling wouldn't last long enough, for I still had to deal with my shit at home. I didn't matter to him, he's just being "nice" and doesn't actually give a fuck. I should know this by now.All I am is another person to add to the long list of people he's talked to. All I'm doing is raising his popularity. He'll forget about me soon.
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