The Unspoken

Chapter 1

I feel annoyed. I shut the book and lean back from my seat. My mother glance at me from time to time as we wait for the principal of Christopher Boarding School to arrive.

"Ashton." My mother whispers.

"Yes?" I give her a glance, "What is it?"

"Will you be okay here?"

I turn away from her. Since dad died, she suddenly decided to throw his things away. Then, out of nowhere, a new guy has replaced him. For God's sake though, it hasn't been a year. I can't help but feel an overwhelming grief. My chest tightens at the current situation that we have. It's not okay to suddenly move on like that.

It's not okay.

"I'll be fine. You guys need some time with each other." I shrug, "Sending me here doesn't seem bad."

I hate this. Everything is fuck up.

"Ash, sweetie, I-"

"I already said its fine right?" I snap.

Damn it.

She tries to say something but hesitates.

Control it, Ashton. Fucking control it.

"Just..." I trail off, "...know that I'll be fine."

In the end, I couldn't even apologize. It's always like this. It so hopeless that it's driving me insane with anger.

Maybe this transfer is a good opportunity.

I mentally scoff at the thought.

Maybe.

Someone coughs and the principal walks in, "I apologize for the delay. Things have been quite hectic." She looked at me, "We're at a fresh start after all."

I feel confusion just then.

"Well, it's the beginning of a school year." My mother smiles at her. She stand up and gives her hand out, "Ashley Wellson."

"Michael Mason. Call me Mica." Principal Mason shake her hand. "No need for formalities."

"This is my son, Ashton. He's a good kid so I'm sure you won't have to worry about him."

Her voice shows affection and pride towards me making me sad and guilty. I barely look at them.

Ashton..." My mother calls out.

"Don't worry, Ashley. We'll finish processing the document then we can show him his room. First day isn't always the best day for some."

I kept myself quiet throughout their conversation. When they're finally done, I told them I'd go bring my stuff to my room. I didn't bother prolonging the goodbye with my mother and head straight out of the office.

I walk up the stairs in search for the room. From time to time, I would stop and ask as they give me direction.

Room 307

I pause. I'm about to meet some strangers and pretty much live with them.

Sharing with roomies is surely not the best for me. I'm too used having my own room back home. I'm starting to get angry at my mother again for doing this to me.

I decide to knock rather than barge in.

Keep it friendly Ashton. Imagine yourself as new born goat trying to learn an unfamiliar world.