Found A TomTord FanFiction

Epilogue

Don't you need me? Oh, baby boy 'Cause I'm so happy without your noise.

The sound of an alarm clock going off filled the room. A hand reached over and pressed the almost broken button, to when you pressed it, it would never even press fully down. The annoying sound stopped and the noise was replaced with a soft groan.

After a moment of silence, a boy finally decided to get up. He stretched his arms over his head then opened his mouth letting out an enormous yawn. He got out of his bed and set his feet down on the rugged carpet floor. The male dug his toes in the carpet letting the weird texture surround his toes. He sighed and fully opened his black eyes.

The days were always the same fo the 13-year-old; get up, get dressed, eat breakfast, go to school, go home, study, eat dinner. then go to bed.

Seems easy right?

Not for Tom. Everything was a fight for him. Tom always had a bad attitude. Anyone who has ever had a conversation with him probably would never want to talk to him again. The brit always had something sharp or rude to say back to someone no matter how nice they are to him. Some people think its a defense mechanism, while others think its just the boy's personality.

In all honesty, Tom just didn't like social interaction. Sounds quirky, right? Almost like a cliche.

The brit groggily got up and walked towards his dresser. He opened the drawers up and pulled out a white tank top and beige colored shorts yanking them on. He slid on his socks and aqua colored boots along with matching the jacket. Tom grabbed his shoulder bag and rushed out of his room. He jumped down the stairs making large thuds. Tom ran down a hall and went into the kitchen. He swooped in and grabbed his lunch box along with a boiled egg his mother laid out for him in.

Tom walked out of the house and locked it behind him, letting off a soft sigh as he did so. He started to walk down the empty street starting to eat the boiled egg in little bites. Looking to side he saw a movie truck and a couple hauling heavy boxes into a house.

'Great new neighbors, just what I need.' Tom thought to himself turning the corner to an alleyway. It was his 'shortcut' to get to his middle school. And there he was, at his school. As he walked closer the sounds of teenagers talking and laughing filled the air. Tom grunted as he looked at all the people around him. He hated every single person at this school. Everyone was annoying and snobby, always bragging about things that they had or the friends that they had.

But Tom knew that one day that they would forget about the kids in their middle school. Probably look back on them and think about how stupid they were and how they should have gotten better friends. Tom smirked at the thought but it quickly disappeared as he heard the dreaded bell go off. Immediately screams filled the air and he was almost trampled over by all the kids trying to rush in and get to there lockers.

"FUC-" Tom was cut off by getting shoved face-first into the ground by some kid. A drowned out 'Sorry!' Was heard in the crowd but was cut off by more screams.  Tom stood himself up and rubbed his slightly grazed cheek. He shook his head and joined the crowd of kids as they made their ways inside.

After walking down a few hallways he made it to his locker. Setting his backpack down he placed his hand down on his lock. Two places to the right past zero. Thirty-nine. Turn to the left past first number. Twelve. Turn right to the final number. Forty-six. Tom pushed up on the switch and his locker opened. He kneeled and pulled out his binder, chrome book and book he was reading for class. Putting the backpack inside his locker and shutting it, he lifted his stuff up and with that Tom was ready for yet, another, boring day.

Tom walked to his English class and sat down at his desk in the middle of the room. Students started to flood the room and they sat down at there assigned seats waiting for the annoucements to begin. Tom was thankful that nobody was sitting next to him in class, he set his stuff on the desk to him, unlike the rest of the minorities who had to set everything under there desk.

The announcement bell went off and there sat two kids in the projector. "Good morning Raccoons. This is the radical raccoon hour news show. I'm Vicky Kay!" The other kid spoke. "And I'm Elijah Horne." Anddddd Tom was off into dreamland after those few words.

Tom was doodling on the notes their teacher normally gave them every morning but stopped as soon as he heard the door open, the brit looked up to see who was there. It was a face he never saw before.

A new face. The male had Carmel hair that was shaped into horns. His jaw was moving in chewing movements. His eyes swept across the room and he looked at the teacher. His voice rang out uniqueness, it had a strange accent to it. It sounded Norwegian to Tom.

"Uh... Are you Mr. Huxley..." The male said looking down at his schedule paper then back to the English teacher. "Why yes, I am! And your Tord right? Our new student from Norway, right?"

Tord. That was his name. Tom looked at Tord more closely. He wore a rainbow bomber jacket, under was a yellow shirt with a character that had the words above it saying 'Drugs r bad' in rainbow. He had black jeans and shoes. A light blush spread across Tom's face until he looked away. Tom already hated Tord.

"Yea. I am." Tord said confidently. He strode over to the teacher and stood there. "So where do I sit?" He asked cocking an eyebrow. Mr. Huxley stood up and looked around. "How about next to Tom. I think you two will become great friends!"

Tom was about to object but before he could say anything, Tord was sitting next to him. And lord did Tom smell Tord. Not like in a bad way though, well yes he did smell. He smelled of weed and smoke. Tom scrunched his face up and opened his mouth to say something to Tord, but the Norski was already speaking. "I don't want to hear it. I can already tell you're going to be an ass just by the look on your face. You better keep quiet or something is gonna happen to your stupid eyeless face. Got it?" And with that Tord shoved Toms stuff to his desk.

Tom was stunned. He narrowed his eyes and growled. Oh, this was going to tough year. But what Tom didn't even know what was going to lie ahead for the future.