Craft

Chapter One

It was the first day of school in the big city of London. Matt was nervous, he didn't know his way around or anyone here. 

This was already different from what he was use to back at home. Usually he'd meet up with his friends before walking into the school. It felt strange to be alone now.

You've got this Matt, just wing it.

After his small pep talk to himself, he walked through the doors.

It was very crowded, just what he expected. He looked at his schedule so that he could find his classroom.

There were a few adults around that he assumed were teachers or at least worked here. So he decided to ask them.

They were kind and helped him figure out where he needed to be.

He was really surprised to see that he was one of the first to be in class. Until he looked up at the clock and noticed that he was quite early.

There was only two other students sitting at their desk with their heads down, far across the room from each other. They didn't acknowledge him entering the room and focused on their books.

One kid had short, brown hair and glasses. The other kid had brown roots that faded into a medium blond cut that looked straight out of the 90s'. The blond kid seemed to put a little extra style in his uniform by rolling his sleeves and cuffing the trousers at the bottom. Matt was pretty sure that wasn't allowed and assumed that he was a edgy type of kid.

He automatically regretted prejudging because he felt that was no way to make new friends. That was one of his goals while at this new school.

He wasn't sure where to sit and he figured that these other students probably wouldn't know either. So he didn't bother to ask them.

The room was silent, grey and cold. He awkwardly stood there and began to walk out. He figured that perhaps it was too early for him to be in there anyway.

Before he could leave, the kid with glasses spoke. "Are you lost?"

He turned around to see the boy looking concerned.

"I... yeah uh... i'm not sure if i'm in the right class. I'm new." He explained.

The boy nodded. "Who are you looking for?"

"Mr. Franklin?"

"You've got the right class. Hey, what's your name?"

"Matt and yours?"

"Miles." He said with a kind smile. "Kane." He added.

Matt chuckled at the fact that he felt the need to tell him his last name. He's never met anyone that introduced themselves in that way. 

The other kid look at them while they had this exchange of words but he remained silent and continued to read.

"You can sit here, no one ever sits there." Said Miles. He was pointing at the desk and chair next to him. 

Matt sat down and stared at the chalkboard. He wasn't quite sure what to talk to Miles about. This was his chance to make a good first impression and attempt at making a new friend here. 

Say something... What do i say? 

"So, where are you from?" Miles asked. 

Matt was glad that he broke the silence first so that he had some sort of prompt to carry on with the conversation. 

"Sheffield." 

"Wow, how do you like London so far?" Miles asked. 

"It's... nice." Matt replied. He didn't really have an opinion on it yet.