Unlikely pairs

Chapter one

"Wake up hun!" he heard a voice happily chirp from the kitchen.

Marco turned over in his bed and groaned.

"Just five more minutes...pleaaase" he mumbled into his pillows, knowing the answer already.

"Nuh uh sweetie not today," the voice said as it approached the door to his room "can't be late for your first day of school!"

He groggily opened his eyes and looked up at the women peering into his room, a beaming smile on her face. Her cheerfulness contrasting the dread he was beginning to feel again at this whole situation

"But mom! Do I have to go! Why can't I be home schooled again this isn't fair" He whined.

"No buts today, it's a big day and you can't miss out on it!" She said in a stern but bright tone,

" and you know why we cant do that anymore. I already told you I finally found a job and just don't have the time anymore."

"But I could teach myself!" He pleaded one last time

"We both know you'd never end up finishing anything and remember how well that turned out the last time we tried?"she pointed out, absolutely right.

He groaned again "pleeeease?"

She walked over to his bed "I don't really see what the whole fuss is about it's just school" and pulled the covers off him

"Hey!"

"And your going to be late!" She said laughing slightly "now come on move it lazy!"

He sat up as she walked out wiping the sleep from his eyes and yawning

Today was the first day he had actually attended a school apart from the very first grades, and he had been homeschooled nearly all his life. So of course he had reason to be nervous, but the pit of fear in his stomach was more than that. Seeing as most teenagers were not afraid to hold a simple conversation with a stranger or call someone up on the phone as he was. His mother assumed it was only because he didn't get out much but Marco felt it was something more.

Sighing, he stood and looked out his window rain pattered against the glass adding to his bleak mood. Moving over to his dresser he realized he had always been separated from other people even when he was younger, so shy that he never dared talk to anyone. The only person he was ever close to was his mom but he just assumed that that was enough for him. He didnt like people that much anyway, They judged too much and saw the good too little. But still he wondered what his life would have been like as he picked out his jeans if his mom hadn't had to take him out of school.

"If only" he mumbled as he harshly yanked on the pants. He wondered that if his mom knew how bad it was she would still make him go, but he knew he couldn't tell her for it would upset her and he couldn't see the only person in his life unhappy. So pulling on his oversized grey sweatshirt and walking to the bathroom he realized the best best thing to do was what his mother told him earlier.

"Make some friends hun them maybe school won't be so bad ok?"

"But how am I supposed to make some friends when I can't even talk to anyone" he said to the floor sadly

"Oh come on Marco perk up your braver than you think." She said ruffling his hair "and you'll get over this because I know that you can. Just pick someone out from the crowd and go say hi,"

"You sound like one of those motivational quotes off the Internet" he laughed.

"Shush now jack go get your bags packed for tomorrow"