The Student Council

Chapter 1: Crackin Skulls Since 19-I-Don't-Give-a-Fuck

My parents are always busy. Always away doing something, having no time for me. It wasn't uncommon for us to move, we do it quite often. My parents, as I said before, are always busy and away on business trips, so we'll move to wherever is closest to their jobs. Our next destination? America, smack dab in New York, New York.

We live in a really nice apartment with a good view of the city. My family is pretty wealthy, we're no Han family, but we have more than the average family.

Being 17 one more thing comes with moving. School. School is probably my least favorite part about moving. I'm pretty social but I don't really bother making friends anymore because I never stick around long enough. I don't expect this year to be any different. I can only hope for the best.

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I walk up to the front doors of the school. Not really anyone is here yet, I had to arrive a little earlier since it was my first day. I reached for the handle of the door but before I could grab it the door swung open at lightning speed slamming right into my head and knocking me to the ground.

"Ow, what the fuck?!" I said, sitting on the ground rubbing my forehead. A killer headache already splitting my brain.

Standing in front of me was a red haired pale boy. He stared at me with cold sunken mint green eyes and a blank expression. I stared back at him expecting some kind of apology, but he suddenly grunted and angrily walked away, throwing his hood up on the way.

"Rude." I whispered under my breath, rubbing the growing knot on my forehead.

I sat up on my knees and began to gather my papers and school supplies that were sprawled across the ground, when suddenly I heard pounding footsteps echoing from the hallway inside. Seconds later another pale boy with red hair skidded into sight. He was breathing heavily as if he had been running and looked like he was about to take off again but stopped when he saw me on the ground.

We stared at each other for a second, then the boy burst out laughing. "Welcome to Sky Highschool, cracking heads with doors since 19-I-don't-give-a-fuck." he said opening his arms wide.

He chuckled at himself then knelt down and began helping me collect my papers. "I was just kidding, that doesn't usually happen. Sorry about my brother, he's an ass pretty much all the time."

"Yeah," I laughed, "your brother was extremely friendly."

He laughed and handed me the papers he collected. His smile quickly faded though as he noticed the swelling bruise on my forehead.

"Oh my god, you got whacked hard." he said, touching the bump making me flinch. "You should maybe go see the nurse."

"No, I'm fine, really thanks for the help." I said, standing up quickly, which I instantly knew was a mistake. Pain split down my brain and my vision swirled.

The boy watched me sway and grasped my shoulders to steady me. "Whoa, yeah your fine alright." he laughed.

"No really, I'm fine, I just got up too fast," I backed away from him and stood on my own, "see, I'm fine."

"Oh alright then." he said, shrugging and picking up his computer that he had set on the ground.

"Thanks for your help...uh"

"Just call me Seven." he said.

"Alright, well thanks for your help, Seven." I smiled and walked away inside the building.

I eventually found the office and got my schedule and classes and locker number. I had my regular four core classes; history, chemistry, math, and english. And for electives I got theater and physical education.