I woke up on the ground, only in my red boxers and loose white shirt. Clothes surrounded me, some girls some boys. I sat up, surveying the area. I appeared to be in the living room of my new house, thrashed and with an empty bottle of beer in my right hand. As soon as my thoughts approached me, I felt my head pounding and screaming in pain. I dropped the glass bottle on the ground causing the bottle to shatter, luckily missing me. I slammed my right hand to my head, slowly getting up to the bathroom. All around me, people started to stir. Lots of them were confused or had a hangover.
As I reached the bathroom, I began to hear noises that nobody wants to hear. Fuck it. I didn't care anymore how I looked. Instead I trudged to my room. I opened the door finding no one in there. Finally, actual space that fucking matters. I walked over to my dresser, trying my best to ignore the headache. I picked out the first outfit I saw, which was my record T-shirt with blue jeans and my red Converse. I quickly grabbed my phone to check the time. 7:05, enough time to go to school. I grabbed my mystery black backpack and walked out of my room, avoiding the people who are waking up from their slumber.
I walked out the door, grabbing my shades and putting them on. I started to walk on the sidewalk, considering that my family no longer lived in a apartment. We moved to Gig Harbor a few years ago because of a job offer Dirk, or Bro, had. Today was my Bro's way of celebrating his new 'paycheck', or really getting a job doing something he loves. By that, it means he gets to invent and design technical stuff like robots and simulations for loads of money.
My house is one of the three in our little area. Mine is located at 9:00, the other one at 6:00, and the last one at 3:00(directional wise). One of them, the 6:00, is empty and rumored to be haunted. The 3:00 one had a family just move in. The neighborhood is quite and peaceful, with trees and forests surrounding us. There was also a lake nearby. But since Gig Harbor is a small, beautiful, quite place, the school isn't far off.
It takes five minutes to walk to school, and we have to be at homeroom at 7:20, so I have a good ten minutes before class. I round the corner, school finally in view. It's school Alteria, the one of hope. The one where everyone comes together. Trolls and Humans alike.
No matter what, I despised trolls thanks to Dirk. He taught me how trolls are disgusting, but I didn't think it would corrupt my head. My friends John, Jade, and Rose have all made at least one troll friend. But here I am with none.
I open the doors to the school, facing the glorious crowds of highschool. Before I even took one step inside the school, girls started to swarm me. I guess even beautiful faces can't hide the truth. I push my way through the crowd as I try and head to my locker.
I hate to admit this, but I'm gay. I've never felt any feelings for a girl. I think part of the reason is I've never had a mother, and my Bro raised me but he is gay. I think it rubbed off on me. I finally reached my locker as John pulled up besides me.
"Hey Dave, I was wondering are we still on for movie night tonight? My place?" I looked at him, his blue eyes wide and big. I've always loved this about him, hell, I think I actually love him. It's still a very slim chance. Plus he keeps rambling on about him not being a homo. Seriously. And I maybe suffering here because my maybe crush keeps breaking my heart.
"Yeah. I'll text you if something comes up." I reply, honestly I want to just go home, but right now I can't say no to John. He just makes these puppy dog eyes. I put my mystery backpack in my locker, took my school stuff, and closed the locker. You know, since I mentioned it, the mystery backpack is an artifact Dirk got, and it could fit almost everything in the world. All the wonders, all the mysteries.
The bell rang, signaling the start of homeroom. I memorized my schedule from the beginning of the year, but currently it's the 13th October. I headed over to History, the class I truly dread. The teacher, Ms. Garrison, is a little too optimistic and likes to not teach us our actual unit. Our unit this time is Rome, making more and more bloody details then when we were in Middle School. All she has done was read us the Very Hungry Cow . A FUCKING KIDS BOOK IS ALL SHE READ US DURING CLASS! I'm still not happy about that, but either way it didn't matter.
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