Schoolstuck

Be yourself, they said. Itll be fine, they said

Your POV

You walked into school, terrified. You just moved here and you didn't know anyone, not to mention that it was the first day of sophomore year, so you had reason to be. You looked down at your paper and examined your schedule.

1st period: Science
2nd period: Math
3rd + 4th period: Language Arts
Lunch
5th period: History
6th period: Art
7th period: P.E

Then, you looked at the slip of paper with your locker number

413

Okay...now to find the locker...here we goooo...

Okay, you had no clue where this locker was. You wandered around aimlessly until you bumped into someone

"Ooof!"

You looked up and saw a figure above you. A troll, to be exact. They were grey-skinned, horned creatures that resembled humans...in a way. If you had actually paid attention in history you may know more about them, but history was boring so fuck it. The information was never relevant anyways because there weren't that many trolls back home either, but of course, things change. Now that you thought about it, there were a lot more trolls here than there were back home.

"Hey, you 2hould watch iit," the troll said. He had black hair that covered his eyes, glasses that looked sort of like 3-d ones, small fangs, and he spoke with a lisp.

"S-sorry," you stammered and sidestepped to get out of his way, but you only ended up face-to-face with him again. Well, face to neck. Dude was tall. "Are you new?" He asked. You nodded. "Where'2 your locker?" "That's the thing...I don't know" you replied. He rolled his eyes. Well, you thought he did, the lenses on his glasses were colored and all so you couldn't see his eyes very well. "II meant" he said, "What'2 your locker number?" You showed him your paper. "413." He nodded. "That,2 right next two miine- ii,ll 2how you."

He led you through the flood of kids in the halls, somehow weaving through it, while you ended up with a bunch of dirty looks and "excuse me"s. You weren't exactly what people called "social."

"Here" he said, stopping in front of a locker. "Thanks" you said, fumbling with the lock but still getting it open. "No problem" he replied and opened up the locker to the right of yours, cramming what seemed to be random objects into his locker. Maybe there was some kind of rhyme or reason to what he was putting in there. Maybe there wasn't. Who knew? You put all the items except for the ones you needed for your first class, science, into your locker and shut it just as the bell rang.

"Shit" you said. You had no clue where your class was.