I'll Be There

c.2

I had woken up to the sounds of shouting.

"Fuckin hell where is my bloody tie?"

"Shit my shoes arent even polished"

"Ughhfff"

Yep. Those are the sounds of a lost Father who cant find his way around a new house.

I put on My Dressing gown and walk downstairs, only to of course find his freshly ironed tie draped over the staircase end.

I laugh to myself as I make my way to the kitchen, only to find a whole stack of pancakes and an assortment of toppings on the middle island.

"What's all this for Dad?" curious to know. He shouts from the other side of the house, clearly still looking for his tie. "Well its your first day so I made your fa-ughf-favourite breakfast". "You really should'nt have dad, Its nothing special. I mean this is what? The third move this month?" I replied with honesty.

"Yes but I have a good feeling about Bankstown sweetie. Now I'm off to work so make sure you drive the Toyota to school" He kisses me on the head and walks out the door. "Cya".

For some reason I had an oddly good feeling about Bankstown aswell, so I finished my breakfast, showered, dressed, did my makeup and drove to school.

My outfit wasnt all that, it was just an old flannel, some ripped blue jeans and my converse. I probably sound like some-what of a mainstream hipster wannabee but honestly I'm an A+ student who doesnt have a good enough job to pay for decent clothes.

Others might say that my outfit looked put together, but in my eyes I looked like a hobo. All in all, it was school and I couldnt really give a shit in the end.

Walking through new school gates always made me feel a rush of excitement. Not excitement for the schools themself. But the adventures and memories that may be made. I mean, there are so many different kinds of people out there, with so many different stories and lifestyles and agh it just gets me going.

You could say it gets me going like the drug I never had.

No? Ok.

Killer dad jokes aside, As I walked through the halls I observed the different groups. Almost like that mean girls film I guess.

You had the jocks and their clingy girlfriends hanging onto their dear lives with the fake boob jobs and the upper lip injections.

You had the crazy art freaks who looked like they'd been living in drug infested vans for 4 weeks.

The smart-well-dressed *non australians* because saying that someone is "asian" is racist.

And last and yes least. The punks.

The kids who have enough lead in their skin and metal in their face, that I bet if you put a magnet close enough to them, it would be forced out of your hand and plasted into their faces. Not a bad Idea.

Curiousity getting to me, I turned my head to look at the group of them. Coincidently, one of them turns around and catches my glance but quickly turns back around. Just enough time for me to makeout that he had barely any piercings and a decent hair colour.

He seemed to be the most normal looking of the bunch.

Odd.

Very Odd.