Unlikely Heroes (Sander Sides au)

Back from summer (Chapter 1)

T.W: Mention of the f-slur (not said just mentioned), mention of death and mention of suicide
=•~Virgil's POV~•=
School. One of the worst things that society has created, which is saying a lot because society has made some crappy things. You see I don't mind doing the work or travelling there, no. The worst thing is the people. Urgh! I hate social interaction with a fiery passion. If someone accidentally looks at me with a hint of slight disgust, I have a panic attack and my day is officially ruined. You see it wouldn't be as bad if I was hated amongst all students in school. The reason for this isn't because of how I dress or even because I am albino, no! The reason is because in my freshman year, the most popular girl in school (Olivia) asked me to be her 'Gay Best Friend'. For obvious reasons, I said no but now I have to deal with her stupid boyfriends -yes multiple, a new one every week- and the stupid homophobes. The only person who I can sit next to and not be called the f-slur or beaten the crap out of is the school nerd, Logan.

Slowly, I picked myself up out of the warmth of my bedsheets whilst receiving a satisfying pop from stretching my arms. My legs brought me over to the mahogany wardrobe that had been placed into the corner of my rather large room. The door swung open from the little force I used on the handle, before I quickly searched through my dark, hanging clothes. Sadly, a realisation dawned on me. I had gotten paint on my hoodie that I always wear for comfort so it was in the wash. Now I was definitely gonna have a panic attack on my first day of senior year and make a complete and utter fool of myself. My thoughts were quickly interrupted by my blaring alarm that I had forgotten to stop before it beeped. I walked sloppily to my phone before turning it off without a second thought.

Once I had picked out an outfit for today, that was sure to be ruined from being beaten to a pulp, I slipped out of my baggy pyjamas and into my day attire. My outfit consisted of a black p!atd t-shirt with black ripped jeans that overlapped my royal purple converse. Tied around my waist was a dark purple flannel shirt that stopped just above the back of my kneecaps. My snowy white hair fell peacefully in front of my stony grey eyes, which then I realised I had forgotten to put on my darkly coloured makeup just to make my skin look even lighter... hurray! In all honesty I do like my appearance on most days although I do always fear that someone is judging me but what can I say, I have anxiety.

I walked into the bathroom where I began to do my 'emo' (as people call it) makeup. ~I do not know how to do makeup so I'm just gonna skip past that.~ Just as I put the finishing touches on my makeup, I heard my mother calling me downstairs for breakfast. Quickly, I ran down the stairs whilst stumbling on the last before making my way into the kitchen. As soon as I entered, the smell of pancakes filled the room. A sense of calm full filled me when I realised it wasn't mother cooking but instead it was mum. You see when I was 6, I was adopted from the orphanage by Miss Kirk (mum) and Miss Black (mother) who were planning to start a family and marry (when it became legal). I never knew my real my parents but supposedly by the letter that I had on me when I was found said that my father had died by a midnight attack by some crazed killer or something. Another thing on the letter said that the letter would be the last thing the person would write, which I assume means that she committed suicide after. To be honest, I am much happier that I was adopted by such amazing women.

After eating the not burned pancakes that mum made, I heard the distinctive sound of the bus making its way down the road. In a hurry, I hugged my parents and bid them fair well before sprinting outside so I would not miss it. I am very thankful for my parents pushing me to join the track team because it helps me escape from sticky situations and from missing the bus. Yes the emo kid does a sport whoop tee-doo.
Luckily, I got to the bus but not before I realised that a bunch of new freshmen are going to be there.

As soon as I entered the bus, I heard multiple murmurs from the youngsters most likely by my appearance. Some kids found it cool whilst others thought they were tough and started making fun of me and calling me a ghost. Like I haven't heard of that one before but it was fun given the new kids a scare by  walking behind them silently and whispering to them. The thought of that brought a smirk to my lips as I remembered the freshmen's faces last year. My thoughts were soon replaced with fear as I realised so many eyes were on me and my anxiety started kicking in.  Without thinking, I walked to a seat which already had someone seated next too, and sat down without looking up from my feet.

A minute into the ride, I felt a tap on my arm which caused my breathing to hitch. I turned my head to face the person who had taped me, where I saw a freshman stare at me with familiar honey coloured eyes. The freshman was a little girl with mocha hair that curled at the bottom and she smiled sweetly at me. She wore a short orange dress with a pearl cardigan over the top. Her peachy skin was covered in little freckles that was most prominent on her small nose and forehead.
"Hello?" I spoke before quickly realising how bad my voice sounded due to me forgetting to have a drink at breakfast. Her smile slowly turned into a toothy grin with pearl white teeth threatening to blind me.
"Hi!" she exclaimed cheerfully, "do you know my brothers?" I was a bit taken back by her question. Sure I have probably been in the same grade as them for 3 years but I'm not social, like I said I only know the nerd.
"Who are your brothers?" I asked quietly, for some reason embarrassed by my question.
"Oh they're know as the Kingsley brothers!" she shouted excitedly. That's why she looks so familiar! The jock and his shadow, Roman and Remus Kingsley. Roman is a complete dumbass while Remus was surprisingly intelligent and in most of my classes. I really hate Roman because unlike the other bullies who pick on me for my sexuality, he picks on my appearance from my clothing to my albinism.
To answer her question, I give her a nod barely visible. She carried on talking about herself with me answering her questions and not adding much to the conversation. I discover that her name is Christine like the character from the musical Be More Chill and that she is a member of the LGBTQ+ community as pansexual. She seemed like a very sweet girl but way to extroverted for me, much like her siblings.

When the bus came to halt in front of Spring Hill High (my school), we both walked out of the bus. Something that confused me was that both her brothers had driving licences but she took the bus. Once we got to the school's doors, she embraced me before running to who I assume is Remus because of the green lettermen jacket, not red. She waved at me once she got over to him and I subtly waved back. Her brother took notice to this, before giving me one of his smiles that he assumes looks sweet but looks more like he is about to kill me and feed my intestines to his dogs. They walked away leaving me alone to head to my Homeroom class, who I luckily have with Logan.

As I sat down, the bell rung and children began filing in. When I looked at all the students entering I saw a new face that I had never seen before. Although I do not socialise with anyone other than Logan, I have an incredible memory for faces and his (or theirs or hers) was not one I could remember. I didn't think much of it as I picked up my headphones I keep in my backpack before I put on my playlist. The song 'teenagers' by  My Chemical Romance began playing through my headphones as homeroom continued. As the bell run, I picked up my items ready to endure another boring school day. Little did I know this day was not going to be as normal as I thought.

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Okay I apologise if I get anything wrong about High School because I'm English. If I do make a mistake, can I please be told in the comments because I probably will.
This entire story isn't going to be just in Virgil's POV but instead will be switching every chapter. Until next time, adios!