return. // bws

iv

as soon as we reached Doncaster, the cold weather made me shiver, we stopped by a classy hotel, "uh, where are we?" i ask, "Crossfield Hotel, where students of Crossfield who don't have houses nearby live in" James answers

i just nod, and we all got out of the car and got our baggages carried up to our room, "Room 025" James announces, i looked at him with a look that surely said a thousand words, James looked at me with concern written on his face, "oh, im sorry, Bradley" James apologizes, "it's fine, it's just a number." i mumble

we immediately went up to the room, and i admit, it is very nice, "i get the large room!" i shout, they all glared at me in awe, "hey, im the one who's going to the school." i say, "touche." Con shrugs

we all went to our rooms, and started unpacking

.......

Friday. day seven

my first day in Crossfield, the uniform fits me well, red and gold color made me chuckle, reminds me of Gryffindor, oh how i miss Harry Potter.

i took my bag and ran out of my room, "let's go, School boy." James smiles, as we ran down the parking lot, "uhm, the school's just nearby, why are we taking the car?" i ask, "that school's fancy, Bradley, they'll think you're poor if you don't come to school riding in a car." James replies

i just went with the flow, jumping in the car, it felt a bit weird, and i was quite nervous, going to a new school does seems pretty scary, you don't know anyone but yourself.

we stopped by the tall white gate of Crossfield, James parked his car, and we got out immediately, "have fun, Bradley, just call me if you need to go home." James says, i nod and a i took the first step on the steps near the entrance

i took a deep breathe, im coming in

.....

the school was pretty quiet, the hallways were filled with unfamiliar but attractive faces, they were all chatting, but the voices weren't loudly heard.

i walked along, a few girls waving at me, i just kept smiling at them, i looked for my first class.

Algebra, i opened the door, and i landed on a quiet zone, where a blackboard says welcome, and a teacher was sat reading a Math Book for ninth graders

a few students were in the room, or as called the earlybirds, i sat down beside a blonde boy, with a lip ring, tey were just staring blankly towards the blackboard

"hey uhm, im, Bradley" i offered my hand for a shake, the boy looked at me, and shook my hand, "Lucas." he smiles, wait... Luke Hemmings?

"Lucas Robert Hemmings?" i ask, he nods, "you know me?" he asks along with a few chuckles, "yeah, sorta." i rubbed the back of my neck, "you're Bradley Simpson? the new student?" he asks

i just nod, "oh hey, Simpson." he grins, "so uhm, doesn't the class start any minute now?" i ask, "no, Algebra barely does happen, you sit around in the room, and where to time of a hell gets wasted." Luke replied

the boy looked badass for a teen, he was a year younger than me, and he always bites his lip, "why don't you just cut class?" i ask, "we can't the hallways are filled with eavesdroppers and babblemouths, so hell no am i going to cut class, i'd rather have yime wasted than my school records marked terrible." he answers

Luke is right, it's better to have your time wasted than getting marked terrible in your school records, i agree with the blonde.