Short Stories Collection

A Hazy Hello

I knew when my parents told me that we were moving to a different state that my life would suck. I would be starting my high school career at a new school with no friends and no idea where I would be going. Who really wants to start their freshman year getting lost and having no one to talk to? Not me.

But what I wanted didn't matter. My father had gotten a promotion which involved relocating. I was on my first day of school without a clue of where my classes were or even where the office was. I was already late for my first class when I rounded a corner and ran into someone, or a group of someones actually.  A grunt of pain burst from my lips involuntarily as my bottom hit the concrete floor of the the hallway.

Looking up I saw 4 large guys glaring down at me. They were all easily over six feet tall, muscles bulging in their arms as they clenched their fists. The one closest to me must have been the one I hit because his face was contorted into a mask of fury.

"Do you have eyes you little freak?" He spat angrily down at me.

"I'm s-sorry. I-I didn't m-mean to," I stuttered as I made my way back to my feet. I slung my bag over my shoulder and looks at my feet in surrender.

This won't end well.

And I was right. Moments later the guy grabbed me and threw me into a nearby janitors closet. My left side hit the wall, the impact sending shots of pain throughout the entire left side of my body. I landed in a heap on the floor just as the door slammed shut inches from my head. Groaning, I sat up and looked around. A sliver of light shown beneath the door allowing for me to see well enough in the dark room.

Movement in the corner of my eye made me gasp and turn my head. In the corner opposite of me sat a boy about my age, his knees drawn up and his forearms resting lazily on top of them. His dark hair was shaggy and obscured part of his face in the dim light as he looked at me.

"So they got you too?" The boy asked in a bored tone. "Jerks."

"Who were they?" I asked as I stood and tried the doorknob.

Locked. Of course.

"Seniors. And don't bother. We won't get out of here until Jack comes around in an hour."

"Jack?"

"The janitor."

"You've been through this before?"

The boy nodded. "I'm a sophomore. Even though they normally only put freshman through the haze I seem to be special."

The disgust in his voice was evident but I was at a loss as to what to say.

"So, now what?"

He shrugged.

"Twenty-one questions?" I asked.

"Whatever."

We spent the next hour asking random questions. I made a friend.

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A/N: Word Count 500

I wrote this for the Aim to Engage 2019 TeenFiction Prompt - Hazed

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