Going to a new school is hard. You are going to be the new kid and you won’t have your friends with you. You fear that you won’t make any new friends and that you’ll spend all of your days in this new school alone. But, what if you already didn’t have any friends at your old school? What if you were bullied for your looks, for your sexual orientation? What if you were a reject?
Then this new school would be a new start for you. But you were afraid. What if those new kids bullied you as well? What if you had to change schools again? You knew that you couldn’t do that. You had promised your parents that this would be your last stop. You didn’t want to disappoint them once again. You felt ready to make a new start, to make friends, but where you really? We all feel ready to do something that scares us, but when the time comes to actually do that something we get cold feet. But that’s natural. We all get cold feet. That doesn’t mean that doing that thing is impossible. It is hard, but light can’t exist without darkness, right?
He got out of the car and waved at his mother who drove away. With a sigh, he fixed his back bag on his shoulder and looked around. His messy dirty-blond hair were hidden under is grey beanie. He licked his lips, his tongue staying a little more on his black lip ring. He adjusted his beanie and started walking inside the school. Only a few people turn to look at him and he was thankful for that. He got his schedule and saw that he had math first. With a groan he started walking towards the class, following the directions the lady who gave him his schedule, had told him. He walked inside and saw the teacher talking with three other boys. They really didn’t seem like the kind of students who would go to class before it started but never judge a book by its cover, right?
One of the boys, who had his back turned on him, had bright red hair and from what he could see, he had both ears pierced. He didn’t know how that wasn’t against the rules but he wasn’t going to question it. The other boy, who had also his back turned on him, had curly dirty-blond hair and was wearing a blue bandana. The last boy was the only one who didn’t have his back turned on him. He had brown hair and brown eyes and his skin was slightly darker that the rest of them. The bell rang and the teacher turned around and saw him along with the other two students. They all smiled at him and he saw that all three boys were alright.
‘You must be the new student, right?’ The teacher asked him and he nodded, taking a few steps towards them.
‘Well, I’m Mr. White but please call me Jake. All of my students do.’
He smiled and nodded.
‘These are Calum, Ashton and Michael.’ The teacher introduced the brown haired boy, the bandana boy and the red-head. He smiled and waved at them shyly.
‘You don’t speak much, do you mate?’ The bandana boy, Ashton he remembered, asked.
‘Not really.’ He shrugged and the brown haired boy, Calum chuckled.
‘What’s your name?’ Calum asked him interested.
‘Luke.’ He introduced himself.
‘I like your lip-ring.’ Michael told him and he smiled.
‘Thanks.’ Luke told him as the other students started filling the class. Girls in cheerleading clothes and boys wearing school jackets immediately went to the back of the class, leaving the front seats empty for the others. Luke stayed standing, waiting for Mr. White to introduce him to the rest of the class.
‘Good morning guys. We have a new student with us. This is Luke, so please welcome him and try to make him feel at ease.’ He said and after a few hellos, the teacher turned to him.
