Vanogla {60's AU}

Chapter 1

Some reference images~

Word count: 2103
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David's hand trailed away from his waist, finishing up tucking his unbuttoned plaid shirt and plain white cotton tanktop into his jeans. He buttoned up his jeans and wrapped a belt through the rings of them, tightening it so it hung tightly around his hips.
He was trying to get ready as fast as he could, since his brother and sister had already finished getting ready and left on their way to the market. They were picking up their lunches before heading to school, but David had slept in.
He moved to the mirror placed in his washroom, and fiddled with his dark locks. He starred at his own reflection for a moment.
His eyes were rimmed puffy purple, showing how tired the young man was. He was so tired. He and his small family had been traveling by trains and boats for weeks to get to a small city in Georgia.
David didn't know why the sudden change happened, but he knew better than to ask.
David dragged his feet through his house to the kitchen, which was connected to the sitting room. He was met with the local news reporter through his father's old radio, saying the morning news and telling the weather for the day, which was sunny with a chance of showers.
He found his father washing the dishes from his siblings breakfasts, humming the tune to one of his and David's favourite song.
David smiled, quickening to his seat at the table, "Good morning, pops." He said cheerfully.
His father turned to smile at his son, "Morning, David," He replied. "Have a bite to eat before you go on your way." He said, rinsing the sink out now that he was done.
David grabbed one of the plates that was filled with eggs, bacon and toast, then grabbed one of the cups of coffee and a fork, knife and napkin.
His fathers joined David at the table, a newspaper in hand, before reaching straight for his cup of coffee. David shoveled his food into his mouth, enjoying the satisfactory taste.
"Slow down there, Dave. Ya might just choke." His father's said, lowering his newspaper to look at him.
David gulped down the food barely chewed in his mouth, "Sorry, I just want to finish getting ready," David said, placing fork down and reached for his cup of coffee, "I heard from that boy next door that the students at that high school are nice, and said I shouldn't have a problem around there." He ended, taking a drink of coffee to wash down his food.
"You better finish up there then, you gotta get going in a few minutes." His father said, rolling his sleeve up to look at his watch that read 8:03. "I want you to be early so that you can talk with someone or your teacher. But, you might not have time to stop and get a lunch, so take this and get whatever they have from the cafeteria." He said, reaching into his jacket and handed David $2.
David nodded his head, taking the money and quickly finishing up the rest of his food, thanking his dad, before rushing back to his room.
He put on a pair of socks, a watch his father gave him, and his book bag.
He hopped around getting his socks on, then threw his bag over his shoulder. He walked back to the kitchen to find his father cleaning up behind both their mess.
David walked toward him and gave him a small hug, "See ya after school, dad." He said, pulling away.
"Have a nice first day, David." He father replied, waving good bye to David.
David waved back, walking out the front door to the sidewalk.
He took his time walking, since his school was relatively close and he would've been very early anyways. Though he knew being nearly 15 minutes early would be quite a long time to keep small talk going.
He already had suspicions his sister most likely wasn't going to go on the first day, but his brother would definitely be waiting by the gate for him.
"Hey!" He heard a voice call from behind him. He spun around to find his neighbour chasing after him, slowing down once he had caught up, "I just seen ya leaving your house, mind if I walk with you?" He asked.
David nodded, "Don't mind at all, c'mon." He said, beckoning the dark skinned boy. "Do you go to my school? Western?"
"Oh, no. It's an all white school so I don't go there, but my schools just a little past it." He said.
"I thought segregation was outlawed here?" David asked, looking to the other in confusion.
The slightly shorter male shook his head, "That Western catholic is doing it right for everyone to see. So black students go to a separate school just a block away, and it's like everyone everywhere is just ignoring everyone's complaints." He vented.
"Isn't that illegal?"
"Not if it's the government that's allowing it I guess." He huffed upset. "Aside from that, I never caught your name the other day, I remember it's something-Nagel."
The Irish boy chuckled, "Uh, ya. It's David, David Nagel." He said, fitting his hand into the pocket of his jeans, "What's your name again?"
"Marcel Cunningham." The boy said, "So why'd you move here? Any reason?"
David shrugged, "Not really sure. My pops just woke my siblings and I up one morning, got us to pack a few of our things and we left." He answered, "I'm kinda glad we did if I'm honest. People where I lived treated my siblings and I differently." He complained.
"Huh. What do you mean 'different'?" Marcel asked.
David shrugged, his signature move, "I can't explain it, but like just my dad and brother and sister could all sense they were treating us worse. They were all nice people, but to us, especially me, they just talked rudely and impolitely for no good reason." David answered, "I think that's why my dad wanted to leave, and I'm somewhat glad that's what he decided."
"Did you have any friends?"
"Ya, lots. But, I wouldn't really count them as friends. They were more just company and people I could follow around so I wasn't alone."
"Do you miss them?"
David thought for a moment.
"Don't know. I mean, I guess but there's not much to miss. I had new friends and lost friends every year, so it's hard to miss 'em all, especially when the majority of them were dicks."
Marcel nodded, "What made them dicks?" He asked intently.
"In all my groups of friends, if you weren't a normal white person you'd immediately be targeted to get beat up or worse. They chased away many black kids at that school." David paused, "The absolute worst thing students from my old school did was kill a kid."
"What? Why would they do that?"
"I heard he was talking about the wrong person at the wrong time. Everyone says different things, but I believe it's cause they found out he was talking about them rudely." David finished, looking up from the sidewalk to find he was just across the street from his school. "Crap. Okay, after school, do you maybe wanna meet up? We could just go around and hang out somewhere?"
Marcel laughed, "Ya, sure. Depends where though; if that ice cream parlour around the block seen a white boy like you with me it'd be local news." Marcel said, patting David's back once they crossed the street and we're outside the gate to David's school. "I'll meet you here after school, since we both get out at the same time."
David nodded, his brother of course waiting on the other side of the gate like David predicted, "Alright, see ya after, Marcel." He said, waving goodbye to his friend.
"See ya, David!"
David turned around, walking through the gate as his brother made his way toward him. They met up in the middle of the entrance through the gate, David finding Aindreas standing with his arms crossed.
"What? You look upset at me." David asked, walking by his brother knowing he would follow right next to him.
"Ya, why are you hanging out with that black boy?" He asked, following after his brother like a lost puppy.
David looked to his brother with a somewhat disgusted look on his face, "What's wrong with him? He ain't doing nothin." He said sassily.
Aindreas rolled his eyes, "You're just confused. C'mon, we can find out our classes at the office."
David shook his head, letting out a discomfortable sigh before following his brother to the office.
They walked up to the front receptionist, Aindreas giving a small smile to her first, "Hey, were new here. I'm Aindreas Nagle and this is David Nagle."
She looked away from her papers which were scattered across her l-shaped desk which was shared with another staff worker, "Okay? What do you want me to do?" She asked, her tone making her seem annoyed.
David and Aindreas looked to each other, confused, "Um, w-we want to know where our classes are." He stammered, getting slowly more impatient.
She sighed, spinning to her feet and walked to a file cabinet, searching through the papers, "What're your names again, hun?"
David coughed to clear his throat, "Nagle. David and Aindreas Nagle."
"Okay, it says here, David, you're in Mrs.Highlyns room. And Aindreas, you're in Mr.Capmins room." She said, closing the folder and dropping in back into the rack of folders.
"Which way are the rooms?" Aindreas asked, watching as she snuck back to her seat.
"Mrs.Highlyns room is the last door over there on the right. Mr.Capmins room is around the corner to the left over there." She said, using her hands to point a direction.
Aindreas watched the way her hands moved, looking to see where his own class was and nodded along, turning to smile at her, "Okay, thank you."
She nodded in a don't-care way, "Yep, now get going."
David and Aindreas walked away from the desk, both of the boys turning to face each other, "Meet me by the gate at the end of the day, okay?" Aindreas told David, grabbing his shoulder to get his attention.
"Yep, no worries. I'll see you after." David said happily, waving bye to his brother.
David gripped his bag hanging over his shoulder in his right hand, taking a deep breath as he made his way to his classroom. Class was going to start within 15 minutes, so he figured he'd just sit in the room and wait for the bell.
He walked in, and Mrs.Highlyn was at the chalkboard, writing out her name and a "welcome back".
She turned when she heard David walk by her, smiling to him, "Good morning. Are you the new boy?"
"Ya." He said plainly, smiling back.
"What's your name?"
"David Nagle." He said, walking to a random desk and sat at a seat near the back. He dropped his bag on the floor by his seat, resting his hands against the desk.
Mrs.Highlyn nodded her head, "Well, you'll fit in nicely here. You seem very nice, so I don't think it'll be hard for you to make friends." She chuckled, turning to sit at her own desk and began writing out ineligible words on paper.
David sat quietly, fiddling with his fingers and pushing around a small piece of paper on his desk. He looked around the classroom at the other students, just 2 others, a boy and girl, who were also waiting for the bell but were making conversation with each other.
He rather not try and make friends, but let others come to him and talk. That's just how he was, and he felt too nervous to try and talk to the boy and girl.
After about 5 minutes of waiting, he heard Mrs.Highlyn chirp in, "Oh, good morning! You must be the other new student."
David's head shot up, his face heating up, 'There's another new kid?'
David's eyes fixed on the boy as he pushed his glasses back up the bridge of his nose. The boy had tan skin and longish black hair. He wore a thick sweater with the sleeves and collar dyed red, a #12 and "Fong" printed on the back.
David gulped down, starring at the boy. He was so lost starring to even listen to him and the teacher talk.
David was pulled from his thoughts when he seen Mrs.Highlyn pointing right at him, still not concentrated on what she was saying.
Just then, the tan boy began walking straight toward David, making him internally panic, 'wait, I didn't have time to think of anything. oh no, oh god no, please no, holy crap n-'