I woke up in a cold sweat, breathless. My baggy, oversized shirt stuck to my body, as well as my sweatpants. I sat up on my 'bed' if you could even call it that. my long, wavy, hazelnut brown hair stuck to my forehead as I stood from my blanket and pillow on my hardwood bedroom floor. I picked my favorite outfit out of the seven I own, A plain black baggy T-shirt with worn-down jeans and a plain black oversized hoodie. It's the first day of my junior year in high school, and I'm transferring to Adequate Academy. Come on Hailey, it's your first day of your junior year, you don't need to think of last year, Ma'am and Sir stopped doing that... at least, for now, that is. I put on a bit, okay well a lot of deodorant. but you can't blame me! I get really, really nervous over everything, resulting in me sweating an abnormal amount.
I went and got dressed in the bathroom across the hall after a quick, cold shower before Ma'am and Sir woke up. They don't like it when I use the hot water, that's saved specifically for people of importance. People like them. I got out and didn't have a towel for the same reasons I couldn't use hot water, I had zero significance to this world. Never did, never will, as Ma'am would say. I left the bathroom and went to the kitchen downstairs to make Ma'am and Sir breakfast. Another thing to note, I am forbidden from calling Ma'am and Sir mom or dad, unless I would like to get beaten an inch from death, and I don't know about you, but that's not on my 'to-do' list right now.
I got out a frying pan and four eggs, I made two over-easy for Sir, and two scrambled for Ma'am. I made two pieces of toast, one buttered for Sir and one with jelly for Ma'am. I put them on two plates and set the table. I poured two glasses of orange juice and put those on the table as well. I heard their alarm, and my heart started pounding in my chest. I hurried to put on the only pair of wearable shoes I have, a pair of black converse. I snatched my backpack from my room, before hurrying back down to the front door. I heard Ma'am's heels on the stairs, before yanking the door open, jumping outside, and shutting it swiftly. I locked it with the key they begrudgingly gave me a few months ago because they're, and I quote, 'tired of needing to see my disgusting face to let me in every day'.
I made my way down the street, making sure not to get lost, as I had only been to the school one time. That being when I applied. I made it to school in one piece, surprisingly, and walked through the doors to the large building. I held my head down low and discreetly checked my locker number on my schedule. I kept walking through around three hallways before I finally found my locker. I walked up to the annoyingly bright, red locker. I checked the code on my schedule and entered it in my lock. I pulled the lock, but it didn't budge. I figured I had put the code in wrong, so I tried again, still with no luck.
I kept entering it in, for another dozen tries, before I heard someone snicker from behind me. I froze, remembering things that I really didn't want to, before shaking my head, as if to physically shake the thoughts away. I figured it had nothing to do with me and continued trying. Believe me when I say I'm a really patient person, but right now, This was frustrating me. I continued trying nonetheless, hoping for it to actually work, glancing at my schedule every-so-often to see if I was even putting in the right numbers. I was, so I had no clue as to why it wasn't working. I heard the snicker again, making me flinch, this time a little closer. Hoping no one noticed, I kept going. After a few more tries, I felt a slight tap on my shoulder. I spun around after almost jumping out of my skin, and came face to face well, chest to face, because this dude was giant, with a guy wearing a blue jersey, with silver outlining on the sleeves.
I swallowed down hard, before slowly raising my gaze to meet his smirking face. "Looking for something? you won't find it in there, I can tell you that much." I furrowed my eyebrows and gave him a look of confusion. Honestly, I was just hoping he wouldn't notice just how nervous I was. He pointed to the locker number, and smirked, making me even more nervous than before. I glanced at the number, then back down at my paper, just to find out I was wasting my time on the wrong locker the entire time. I silently cursed my stupidity in my head, as I reluctantly moved my gaze back to the guy, craning my neck to do so. He must have been at least 6'5, Towering over my 4'11 frame. "Well, are you going to move? Or is your pathetic self just going to stand there?" He spat, seeming a heck of a lot less friendly than before.
My eyes widened in surprise and ducked out of his way. He then brushed past me and opened the locker with ease. I moved my gaze back to the paper and found out my locker was right next to his. I hesitantly walked up to my locker making sure it was actually mine this time, before entering the code, which should be engraved into my brain at this point, and opening the locker. I let out a small sigh of relief, before stuffing my unwanted textbooks in there. I didn't have music today, sadly, so I put all the sheet music in there. The school, thankfully, has extra instruments, in case you don't have any, you can use theirs for free.
I put in a few other unnecessary textbooks after double-checking on my schedule, shut my locker, and swung my backpack across my shoulders. I got only a few steps away, before a hand wrapped onto the back of my bag, and yanked me backward. I gasped and fell flat on my butt. I glanced over my shoulder to look for the culpret, just to see the same guy in a jersey smirking at me. I quickly got back to my feet, only to result in me being shoved down again. "Well someone's a little klutz, now aren't they?" he teased in a not so pleasant voice. I didn't respond and just looked down at the floor. some memories flashed behind my eyes, and I squezed them shut, not wanting to look anywhere. I felt him grab my bag, and yank me up from the ground with ease. I kept my eyes shut, and covered my face with my arms. He didn't stop pulling, until my feet could no longer touch the ground. I felt a violent jab in my stomach, and started vigorously coughing. He then threw me to the ground, and walked away.
I stood up, and tried to ignore my racing mind, flooding with unwanted images and scenes. I started walking to my first hour, math, with Mrs. Anderson. I glanced at my schedule once more, before looking for room number twenty-three. I walked through around three halls, before the five-minute bell went off. Then I started rushing. I made a quick left, and clipped my shoulder on someone and fell. I looked up, and to my dismay, saw another giant in a jersey. He glared at me for a quick second, before turning around, muttering a quick 'Watch where you're going, Twerp', then walked away. at the sight of his retreating figure, I let out a breath I didn't realize I was holding. I got up, and started continuing the seemingly endless journey to first hour. However, as soon as I stood up, the bell signalng the start of class went off, making me realize how empty the halls are all of a sudden. I'm late! I thought to myself, as I ran all the way to the classroom, after I could actually see it. I ran up to the door, took a deep breath, and reluctantly went inside.
"Is there a reason you're late? Or did you just decide not to come," Mrs. Anderson stated in a bored voice. She glanced up at me, waiting for an answer, but my words caught in my throat. I was sweating bullets under not only her gaze, but everyone else in the class' gaze as well! I just stood there dumbly, waiting for words to form. They never came. "Just take a seat." She said after what felt like an eternity, yet in reality was only around a minute or two. I let out a sigh of relief, as I briskly made my way to the empty, rickety old desk in the far back corner of the room. I quickly sat down, and placed my bag at my side.
Class started out with the bain of my existince, also known as introductions. She went through the attendence, until she finally got to the last names that start with 'N'. She went through a few names before calling mine. "Hailey Nickelson? You know the drill by now, what's something about you, and why are you here." She stated in the same bored tone as before. My eyes went wide as the whole class turned to look at me. I got nervous all of a sudden, as the teacher stared down at me. "Well are you coming to the front or not?" She said, sounding slightly more annoyed than before. My eyes just about popped out of their sockets at that.
I slowly stood up, and walked to the front of the class with my head held low, not looking anyone in the eyes. I turned around upon arriving, and at the sight of all the eyes on me, I panicked and ran out of the class. Mrs. Anderson was yelling from behind me, telling me to come back, but I couldn't.
