A fucked life (very flawful)-Ian Gallagher By: Keirla Olmstead (Book 1)

The new kid

We get to the school and I get out of the car but before I can my brother holds the door handle.
"Don't let kids beat you up in there kid, you have a punchable face," he pats my back and laughs historically.
"Noted," I laugh back and open the door and grab my things. I go to the other side and kiss Layla and she grabs my finger just like she did when she was first born.
"Bye honey," my mom says waving.
"Listen to your brother. He's right," my dad laughs.
I wave and shut the door.
"Ian?! Is that you?!" Yep, that's my name, I'm Ian, a red head and green eyed loser that can never get girls.
"Ethan!" my bestfriend in the entire world. He has brown hair and brown eyes. He's fit and a little bit older than me.
"What have you been up to all summer bro!?" He asked running over to me and hugging me.
"Just the usual," I say hugging him back.
"Bro, I can't believe I'm finally out of 6th grade! You're going to hate it, the teachers suck and the 8th grades are going to beat you up until you drop," my face crosses with fear.
"I'm joking, the teachers will absolutely love you, you are the best at math and everything so they will use you in every example probably. But, I got to be honest, the grade 8s will probably beat you till you drop," he laughs. "Come on, I'll show you your teacher,"
"Okay," I say following him.
We get to my teacher's room and the bell rings.
"Well, gotta go bro, tell me how it goes," he says running down the hallway.
"No running down the hallways," my principal says.
"Mr. Gallagher," the principal says coming towards me. "Yes?" I say stopping myself from coming into the classroom. "There's a boy coming into your grade and class and we need someone to show him around," he says. "Do you need me to talk to one of the grade 8s or something to see if they'll do it?" I ask. "No, no, we want you to do it. You are one of our best students and I think it would be best if you showed him around. He's also going to be going on your bus so maybe you can make a bus buddy since Mr. Smith doesn't go on your bus," he says.
"Ethan?" I ask.
"Yes, Ethan Smith, he doesn't go on your bus and I think this would be a great opportunity to make a new friend," said the principal.
"Okay, I guess so, but this is my first day in middle school, so do you think I'm best to do this?" I ask.
"For sure, he's also only a couple blocks from your house," he adds.
"Alright I'll do it," I say agreeing to do it.
"Alright come with me, you can meet you teachers later,"
"Okay," I say following him to his office.
We get to his office and he explains what to say.
"Be honest," he says. That's a big mistake to say to me.
"Will do,"
"Mr. Alex, the new student is here, is Mr. Gallagher ready to show him around?" The office lady at the front desk asks by his door.
Mr. Alex, the principal, turns to me and I nod my head. We head out his office and there's a boy sitting in the office with his head down. He has black hair and dark eyes.
"Why is no one here with him," I ask.
"His parents don't really care about him," he says with a frown. One of his siblings signed him up for school. Not even his own parents," he sighs.
"I can't imagine what he's seen at his house,"
I go over to the boy.
"Hi," I say gently sitting down beside him. "My name is Ian, what's yours?" I ask.
"Mickey," he says quietly.
"What?" I ask.
"MICKEY! ITS SHORT FOR MIKHAILO!" he practically yells.
"Oh okay, I'm going to show your around Mickey,"
"Listen kid, you are a kid too, don't treat me like a kid," He says whispering in my ear feeling like if I didn't do what he says he would grab me by the neck and throw me out a window without hesitation.
"Okay, just let me show you the tour,"
"Fine, show me around this shit hole," he says standing up.
"So where are you from?" I ask.
"Stop asking stupid fucking questions," he says.
"I'm from the south side, isn't it obvious, just look at me man, I look like someone who just got back from drug dealing," he says waving his hands around his body.
"Yeah, you kinda do," I laugh and he doesn't really.
"Sorry," I say in a innocent voice.
"This is the cafeteria, the food is terrible and never ever get the cookies, they aren't joking when they say that the cookies melt in your mouth. They don't cook them that well," I say pointing around.
"Reminds me of the south side, anyone from the streets could give you a cookie with 20 pounds of weed in it,"
"Oh," I say once again innocently.
"You'd never survive there," he says looking me up and down.
"You don't think," I say laughing and he laughs a little.
"This is the gym, the gym teacher doesn't care about what you do but when any of teachers come in, you have to pretend like you are actually doing something. Luckily nobody ever comes into the gym so we usually end up doing nothing at all," I say.
"Awesome," he says with a smile.
"This is the library, there's never a teacher in here so people come in here during the winter time and go on the computer in the back room,"
"Cool," he said pretty interested now.
"These are the bathrooms. I don't recommend coming in here durning lunch or recess,"
"Why?" He asked.
"It smells terrible and it's super busy," I say as we continue walking.
"So, do you have any siblings?" He asked.
"Yeah, I have a sister who is 2 and a brother who's 16," I said.
"So he doesn't go here?"
"Yeah, he doesn't," I say.
"What are their names?" He asked.
"Layla and Ethan," I say.
"And your name is Ian?" He asks.
"Yep,"
"So Noel, Ian and Layla, seem like a pretty normal family," he says.
"Yep, so who's in your family?" I ask.
"My dad and my mom sometimes. She is an alcoholic and drug attic and often times doesn't come home and my dad beats people up. I have 1 sister and 2 brothers. My sister's name is Mandy and my brothers names are Jeremy and Cole, Jeremy and Cole are drop outs and help my dad and my sister is in grade 10 like your brother," he says.
"Cool, so they'll meet each other," I say.
"Yep, I guess so," he says stopping.
"What?" I ask.
"What's this place?" he says pointing in front of him.
"That's the janitor's closet. People say that there's a whole bunch of computers in there and it's like a hang out,"
"Note taken, common," he says about to open the door.
"We shouldn't go in there, the janitor is not going to like us going in here," I say.
"Party pooper," he's says letting go of the door handle and frowning.
"Come on, let's go," I say patting him on the back.