Chapter 5

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deadloxs pov

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the bell rang.

I search through my pocket until I find the small piece of paper that says the room I need to be in for homeroom.

Room 548.

right now I was in room 47 {janitors closet}.

This must be a huge school.

I run around desperately trying to find my homeroom.

The bell rings again and students fill into their classrooms.

I keep on being an idiot, which is one of my few talents. Im so good at being a clueless idiot I think I need an award.

Room 573 I went to far. Fuck.

The bell rings again.

Room 560... 551... 548.

I burst into the classroom.

And all the eyes turn on me.

“and you are...” the teacher says in a bored tone.

“Ty salair.”

“ok. Why are you late?”

“im new.”

“that doesnt explain anything.”

“i couldnt find the classroom.”

he finds my name and sees I was absent yesterday. “oh, you werent here yesterday. May I ask why?”

I can tell I look flustered and nervous. Obviously lying. ”...I wasnt done moving everything...”

“no one else was helping you?”

I realize my mistake. I only used 'I' not 'we'.

“at first yea but, then the person helping me smacked their face dropping something. Then they had to go to work.”

he nods. “since you werent here yesterday, I will have to choose you seat. Please go sit by bodil40.”

what kind of name was bodil40?

I shouldnt be saying anything. My real name is deadlox.

Im not allowed to tell anyone though. My brother said he would pound me to a pulp if I did.

Like he doesnt already.

“which one is bodil40?”

a kid with sunglasses and a suit on raises his hand “right here. Call me bodil.”

I walk over and sit in my seat. Thankfully, it was in the back of the room.

“hi.” poor bodil. he thinks I might be social. Or maybe even enjoyable.

“hello.” I stare at the desk.

“excited for the first day?”

“no.” I say immediately. Bodil becomes silent, probably utterly confused.

I understand it though. Usually people are literally thinking that their life will become a fairytale. Other nervous. Not completely devastated at the thought.

“your not?”

“thats what I said.”

“why?”

“alot of reasons.”

“what?”

“if you dont understand I cant explain.”

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