— jack.
I got up, took a shower, yknow, the usual. I got my clothes on, ate breakfast, fed the dog. Nothing new. I was used to it by now, and quite frankly, I didn't mind moving so much. It's not like we had the choice. I quick search for my keys, grab them off the counter and head out to my car. Another major plus, I have my own car. Just an old pickup, but I don't need much more. I look up the directions on my phone and start my way out. Its only about a 10 minute drive from my house, which is pretty nice.
When I arrive, I notice it looks like your basic average all-american high school. Whenever I move, I notice things rarely ever change. I park, walk in and find my locker. Cold from the December weather, I shiver. I notice a few kids looking at me. Some must realize I'm new, considering how small the town is, everyone knows everyone. Its just how it is. I find my locker with ease, being used to this.
Immediately, some random comes up to me and starts twirling her hair. I know she was trouble the moment I saw her. A hoe I didn't wanna get caught up with. She starts talking to me but I just ignore her. I can hear her scoff and try to chase after me, her heels click-clacking against the tile. I quickly walk out of sight and round a corner to my next class. You probably think this is where I run into the girl of my "dreams", so to say. Well, you're not in luck. I do run into someone however, but thank god I don't fall and embarrass myself. A tall guy, looks asian knocks me back a bit. He looks about 4 or so inches taller than me. "Sorry dude, wasn't being careful", he says. He walks away and I think that maybe this school won't be that bad. He seems like a nice enough guy. The rest of the school might not be, though.
I make it to my first class in time, AP physics. Some people look at me odd, considering it's halfway through the school year and a random kid popped up in their class. The teacher, who's name I can't remember, pulls me to the front. "Hi, I'm Mr. Erickson, Jack Lockheart I assume?" He says. I nod, and he tells me to go sit in the back where there's an empty seat. I get through the classes fairly quickly, until lunch. I know this part will be a shit show.
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