ANGEL

1

|| AMELIA'S P.O.V ||

*FLASHBACK*

*three years prior to the incident*

I wake up groggily to a crispy chilly Monday morning. I look up to the Winnie the pooh alarm clock sitting on my side-table. 7:12. CRAP 'i'm late!'- I think to myself. I distinctly try to recall hitting the snooze button but give up after a few minutes as I remind myself how late I am .

Today's the first day of school. Well, kinda. Actually the thing is that my family and I just moved here a few weeks ago from Dallas, so technically its my first day of school. Now you might think that I would be nervous for today but it is the complete opposite of it. It's not that I NEED friends. sure, I might WANT them and i might WANT to socialize with people my age in this school . but I'm not in absolute NEED in any of it .

Anyways, I got friends of my own back in Dallas . I like to call them my chosen family. Stephanie and Alex have been my friends since the start of grade 2. My papa and Stephanie's dad had been work friends  and we took Alex in as the year passed when he called out our home-period substitute teacher for being homophobic. 

My dad decided to offer me a car drive  for my first day of grade 9, so I didn't have to go through the troubles of dealing with the bus system. My dad and I had to come here to California in the first place because my papa got offered the same position in his company with an even better salary and health benefits. The end of the deal on their part being that we had to shift and papa had to start at his job by the end of the Christmas holidays. Mind you, he got this offer on December,20th. Dad at first,went berserk would be an understatement to all the witty sarcastic clap backs he had in reply to anything that papa had to say during the holiday dinner.

I've heard that this school is the best in the state. I had even looked up pictures of this school on my shiny new Iphone5c , a bribe from papa for not offering him a piece of my mind on this whole moving thing, and noticed that i couldn't have in asked for anything more. This school had an A1 extra-curricular program and the library here was HUGE.

As we reached the area where all the cars were parked, I get out, wave my dad goodbye and start walking my way to the entry gate. as I am walking , I see a really (by the looks of it) fast car pass by, leaving a gush of wind to flow behind its intricately designed boot. 'wait, do these ridiculously expensive cars even have a boot'- i think to myself as i see it whoosh by me. As I turn around, I notice something that I looked past before. There is a group of -probably older than my age- boys standing huddled together. I remark how they all were wearing black. Look, I understand how black is the new gold and blah-blah-blah, but people are stretching it too far! Didn't this pretty-pretend-posh school have a uniform? 

I stretch my neck to see what these boys, that in my opinion were obviously trying too hard at life, were doing congregating this close. At that I notice a cigarette stub in two of the boys' hand. I roll my eyes for probably the twentieth in the past five minutes and start to continue my walk. But as i turn to take the entrance gate, I catch sight of a boy - most likely my age - stooped on his knees in the middle of the clustered group of ,now disgusting in my eyes, boys. I immediately understand what's going on as I eye the poor boys already bruising shins. all I am seeing at this point is red as I scream as loud as I can. I remark in my hindsight how parents filing out of the parking lot stop to look at what's going on. I side eye the lanky slugged good for nothing security guard who was standing near the entrance gate. His eyes looked as wide as a saucer when he noticed everyone looking in our direction. I turn to look at the group to find that the boys were all running in different directions and had already left the grounds.

I sigh and turn towards the boy who was now dusting himself as he stood up as gracefully as a gazelle. I felt star struck for a moment as I noticed his face and his long arms. Don't judge alright but long arms do things to me. I frown a little as I glance at the already forming bruises on those m a n l y arms . Also I remark how the guy is wearing the same uniform as I am. Alright maybe I can at the least give it a try at making friends. maybe. As I look up to meet his eyes and gather enough courage to go talk to him, soothe him or whatever the kid needs — the guy looks at me, scoffs, and starts walking towards me. The nerve- I think to myself. I take note of how his pace is a little too fast to be considered normal. I panic internally for a second but then just feel a bit out of place as I take into account his eyes. They feel scarily empty. Either this guy is too cool for this side of the face of the planet or is hiding something a little too dangerous for his own good- I think to myself. Okay you got me, I got a knack for psychological thrillers, alright!

The guy walks to where I am standing, only coming to a stop literally only a feet away. Although he was a bit lean for his height, this man could totally fling at me, and I'd be knocked out on this cold hard ground of this pitch perfect school. As I'm lost in my absolute nonsensical thoughts, the guy looks at me with an almost bored expression and raises an eyebrow at me. I rack my brain for something, anything literally , to say. Of course, all I come up with is, "I- um okay uhm - I...I-". His expressions remain the same, bored to death, although his eyes held a look of a mixture of pain and amusement. I almost feel a gurgle of excitement pass through me for getting a reaction out of the boy. The guy just rolls his eyes at me and enters the gate. I immediately release a breath that I did not know I was holding. What a dummy- I scoff to myself. I recall the empty look in his eyes which in turn makes a shudder pass my body. whateverr. I turn to do the same but stop in my tracks when I notice most of the bystanders still staring at me. The guard was literally glaring stakes at me which made me legitimately gallop through the gate and scurry towards the administration office to receive my year's time-table. Although half the year was almost over, my papa still stressed on me getting to involve myself in anything and every tiny little thing the school had to offer.

And to think I was going to do fine settling in this new environment was, oh well, a massive call to dramatization.