~Vic's POV~
I'm nervous. Really nervous. I've been a complete mess after moving schools. I didn't want to leave but I have a bad reputation at my old school so my parents insisted of me moving. I don't want anyone to find out why... because it's pretty fucked up. So it'll just stay with me until I get comfortable at the new school.I sat up and yawned. Running my fingers though my hair and felt how tangled it was. I groaned.
I ran to the bathroom and quickly took a shower.
"VIC!!! HURRY UP, DON'T WANT TO START YOUR NEW SCHOOL LATE!" Mom shouted.
I rushed out and grabbed a banana. I saw mom in the kitchen. Making herself breakfast. Me and moms relationship kind of want downhill ever since what happened in my old school... and I don't think it's going to change.
I quickly grabbed a breakfast bar and my skateboard and headed out the door.
I rode my skateboard to the new school. I started to feel more nervous the closer I went. The more people I saw.
I walked up the steps looking up at the tall building which looked... nice. It looked so fucking nice.
"Rich..." I whispered to myself.
I ran up the stairs and saw everyone walking down to their class. I walked up to the office, labeled "office".
No shit Sherlock. If you see a bunch of ladies, or gents! (Not being sexist) standing at a table in front of a school it's obvious what they are. Assholes.
I walked up to a lady with glasses hanging onto the edge of her nose. I wanted to push them up.
"Hello... how may I help you?" She asked. I smiled.
"I'm a new student." I said bluntly.
"Oh, you must be Vic Fuentes." She said. I nodded.
I don't know what to do... help me.
"Hi, my names Miss Gladwell," she said pulling out her hand. I shook it back and she continued to talk.
"I have a copy of your classes. It simply says what period, what class, what classroom and what teacher." She said. I nodded them all off.
After about 10 minutes of worthless chat, I finally began walking to my first class.
English.
The most beloved subject.
Who could even like this subject. Why do we need to know so much.
*a/n so I could write fanfictions of you and Kellin ;)*
I knocked on the door. 218. On the second level. A man opened the door and looked at me like I was... shit.
I immediately hated that man.
"Uh, hi. My name is Vic, I'm the new student and apparently this is my class."
Unfortunately, this is my class... I repeated myself in my head.
"Well, Vic. Welcome to this class. Hope you enjoy English. My name is Mr Sykes. I'm very... excited... to have you as my student." He said sarcastically.
He's very loud... He was practically screaming when he spoke to the class.
I was seated next to this kid named Justin.
He invited me to sit with him and his group at lunch.
I thanked him. Kind young soul.
He pointed out everyone in the class. I didn't really look at anyone when I came inside. I kind of just focused my eyes on Justin as he smiled at me.
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