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The First Day (Alexander 3rd person POV)

It was the first day, and not entirely strange. Junior year. But Alexander was new. He had immigrated from a tiny island in the Caribbean known as Nevis. Most people only found out about it through the hurricane that had destroyed everything. 

Alexander pushed open the doors, rushing to his first class. He was broke and living with his father. He needed to get good grades so he could apply for a scholarship. How much he wanted to go to King's College. It was his dream. 

He just hoped they wouldn't look at the attendance record and see he was late on his very first day. 

He ran into his class and sat down in a random empty seat just as the teacher turned around. He was tall and bald. He looked around his mid-to late forties. The top of the whiteboard said his name was Mr. Washington.

"Ah yes. Our new student. Welcome to Miranda high school, son." Alexander tensed as Mr. Washington called him son. No... no one got to call him SON.

"Thank you sir. Please don't call me son, sir." he said, proud of himself for his voice not stuttering. The teacher nodded.

"I apologize. Back to our orientation." He turned back around, letting Alex have a chance to look around. He was seated two rows from the front... all the desks around him were empty.

Okay... so there are cliques. Good to know. 

One group had just a couple. The female was really pretty with long wavy and curled brown hair, a red dress, and full lips. The male was more scary looking. 

Alex's brown eyes shifted to another cluster of people. They seemed as unfriendly as the male. There was a guy with a thick mohawk style thing. He had a fur coat on the back of his chair. beside him was a blond male, looking really nervous. He was wearing the polo nerd look. Then there was the third male. He had dark hair, seemingly really into the emo look.  Alex's gaze slid again.

Then there were three girls with similar features. If he had to guess, he would say they were related. There was a girl who had long brown hair that was very curly. Then there was a girl with long black hair. Then the last one had the right side of her head shaven and a t-shirt that said she was a gamer. Alexander's lips twitched upward before he changed his gaze once again. 

There were four males. Two had ponytails. Two had short hair. Hamilton pushed back his own shoulder-length hair. One guy was smiling faintly as he watched the other three. The other one with short hair had a blue beanie on his head. He had his arm slung around the man with dark curly hair. Alexander recognized the french words from where he sat coming from the male with the ponytail. And then there was the one with freckles and curly red hair in a ponytail. He was laughing. Alexander stared at him, biting his bottom lip.

There were two more guys. One was tall judging by how long his legs extended from the desk. He was talking to a smaller boy with a tissue to his nose. There were other people, but these were the main ones that caught Alexander's attention. 

The bell rang, jolting Hamilton out of his observatory state. He grabbed his bag and quickly walked out. He could feel stares on his back, as if they could see the scars and bruises that were under his shirt and sweatshirt. Alex walked faster, panic building up in his body. He didn't bother stopping by his locker, but rather rushed into the next class. 

And so that was how it was. He sat alone, observed, took notes, learned, and rushed away. Lunch came around. He grabbed his lunch and dumped it in the trash, rushing to the library. It was there that Mr. Washington first talk to him.

Hamilton leaned on his elbow, reading calmly from a book, his hand taking notes about the book into a notebook. He felt someone tap his shoulder and looked up to see the imposing figure of his teacher.

"Hello sir." he said, voice shifting into confusion. There was concern written on his face.

"Is something wrong? One of the students said you threw away your food." Alexander rolled his eyes.

"Just not hungry. First day jitters. I have to get to class." he rushed away before Washington could respond. Good grades would get him away from his father's scrutiny about that topic and get him into a good college. 

Alex walked into the classroom and bumped into someone.

"God! I-I-I'm so s-sorry!" Alex stammered, and dodged around the person. It was the boy with red hair, looking very confused. Alex sat down and rubbed his eyes. A few more classes and then school was over.

Alex walked outside the doors, carrying all his stuff, as he had all day. The cliques were still together and walked out together. Alex weaved around them. He just needed to get to his part-time job and then go home. He had no time for friends.