Riiinnng.

Riiinnng.

Ugh. How much I hate this sound. The sound of my awful alarm that is ringing every schoolday at 06:30. I haven't slept well this night because I stayed up too late. I just couldn't stop drawing so I lost the time.

5 more minutes. Thats all I ask for!
I turned around and shut down the alarm by putting a pillow over it. It stopped and I began to drift into sleep again.
I don't know how long I slept after that I heard a knock on my door woke me up.

"Ryan! Why are you still sleeping? Its 07:30! C'mon! wake up!", I heard my mother yell from the ouside.
Why ist she yelling? Its 07:30 so I have enough time to get ready.
I wanted to go to sleep again but than I realised what time it actually is.

School starts at 08:00 and it is 20 minutes away from here.

I jumped out of my bed and nearly fell over the acrylicbottles lying in the floor from last night.

"Fuck!", I whispered when I couldn't find my favourite The Beatles shirt. For the record, I am obsessed with the beatles.
While I was looking for it I began to take on my black skinny jeans. The half of my jeans are black to be honest.
I finally found the shirt I was looking for under my bed. My room is a mess but fortunatly I had a good consept in it only I understood.

I packed my books and a block in my back and hurrried down the stairs to grab a toast while I was doing my hair. I looked like crap right now but I honestly don't give a shit. With a toast in my mouth I said goodbye to my mum and run to my car. It was an old one I got from my father for my 16th birthday.

When I was in my car I sighed in relief and drove faster than normal to my school hoping the police wouldn't caught me for driving to fast.
I parked at the school parking lot and took a look at my clock.

7:55.

Perfect.

Now I just had to hurry to my class but what do I have now? I groaned in frustration and pulled my phone out to look at my schedule. Fortunately I took a picture if it just in case.

English.

Great. I hate our English teacher. Dr. Foust. Dr. Foust was the most annoying teacher of the school and you don't wanna mess with him. Once a girl in my class came late. Just 5 minutes and she had detention and an extra homework after that. What a shame because English is one of my favourite subjects. I love writing and storys, poetry, literature but grammatic is just so boring.

So I had to run because the class was on the 4th floor. I ran through a few students that were like me in a hurry or just don't go to the first class. Or the second. They just chill. I think you get what I mean?

I nearly trapped over the steps because I took two at once. I don't really wanted to know what I looked like in that moment. Probably like an idiot.

Finally I found myself in the 4th floor and let a breath of relief out before I couldn't find my class in front of the room.

Damn!

I was to late.

I stepped to the door and laid my ear on it to hear if my class is still loud. That would mean the teacher hasn't started the class yet so I could easily get in and nobody would notice me coming late.

I heard footsteps and a sophomore looked at me like a was crazy. It probably looked a little bit weird me leaning against a door with my ear but I just rolled my eyes and listened. The student went away after that.

Unfortunately I couldn't hear a single noise coming from the room behind the door except for the teacher saying something about homework.
His voice was always so loud that I was happy not sitting in front of the teacher. I would probably become deaf.

I knocked as silent as I can but nobody seemed to hear it just a girl screaming that there was a knock on the door and the others saying no it wasn't.
The second time I tried it a little bit louder and the teacher stopped talking and the girl was saying: "I told you!".
I heard his footsteps getting louder and in front of the door he stopped and it clicked and he opened the door.

I didn't realise I was still leaning against the door so I was nearly falling over my teacher. I saw the class holding their laughs back until Lois Ruthel bursted into laughing followed by the rest. I bite my lip and risked a look at Dr. Foust, who was looking at me without any emotion.

"Why so late Mr. Ross?", he asked with his loud and deep voice making me flinch a little bit.

"I-I missed the bus", I lied.

It was a bad lie because my car stood right on the parking lot next to the teachers. I don't know if they recognise my car or really pay attention on who is parking next to them but I think Dr. Foust knows things like this.

"Detention, Mr. Ross. And I will give you an extra homework so come after class to me. I don't want you to come again late to class. Now sit down and pay attention", he demanded and turned back to his desk.

Slightly embarrassed I sat down next to my best friend Spencer who tried to stop laughing.

"Not funny Spence! I nearly fell over the teacher!", I whispered and turned to the front.

What a beautiful start.

******

As he said Dr. Foust gave me some extra homework I had to do after school. It wasn't that much but I really didn't want to do unnecessary homework after school instead of drawing or writing.

After two lessons of English I went with Spencer to the bathroom because I had to wash my face and put my eyeliner on. My hair was a mess and I looked like an emo version of Lisa Simpson.
I tried my best but I just had to admit the fact that today was a bad hair day.

I sighed and put the eyeliner back in my small pocket and looked over to Spencer who was starring at his phone playing a game I didn't recognise.

"Spencer, we can go", I said tapping on his shoulder so he put the phone back his jeans pocket.

"What do we have next?", he asked me while we were going to the lockers.

"I have art but I don't know what you have next", I explained opening my locker to put the books in it.

"I think I have Physics, I could cry", he groaned leaning against the lockers.

I laughed and gave him a 'sorry' look before closing the locker and heading to class.

I love art. Art. Writing. Music.
So I was really looking forward to the next lesson.
To my pleasure we had an fantastic teacher in art.
She was always nice and always turned the radio on while we were drawing. She was the teacher that was like a friend to the class. Making jokes and laughing but she was still a teacher and if something doesn't work the way she wants she can get very strict.
But that hardly happens.

To be completely sure I was 5 minutes to early there. I didn't want to be late again.
Mrs. Ruth, that's her name, was always in her classroom preparing everything for the next lesson.

So there I was. A boy standing alone in the hallway waiting for the other students to come. To be honest I kinda liked the silence here. It calmed me down. But it didn't last that long.

"I heard you where late, Ross."

I looked up to find Cristina in front of me. She is one of my best friends with Spencer. We know us since our childhood and I think there is no person in the world that knows me like Cristina and Spencer do. Maybe Susan but she is my cousin. My favourite one to be honest. Wie four are like inseparable.

"Yeah I was."

She laughed and shook her head.

"Drew to long again?", she asked me, "or did you write?"

"Drew."

"I knew it!"

She pointed her finger at me like she solved the riddle about who the murder was.

The door next to me opened and mrs. Ruth let us in.
I had my sitting place right next to a window, because this places are the best. You have a heater right under the widow for winter and a window for the summer. Plus a beautiful scenery.

I pulled out my utensils before Mrs. Ruth started talking.

"Good morning everybody, this lesson starts a little bit different than usual. Today we have a guest that is going to take in my place for one lesson. He is a magician and wants to show you a few tricks and everything. So here is Mr. Wonder!" She announced and a man in a shiny blue suit appeared.

He looked like he was 40 or 45 years old. His hair was long and black and he had a wand with him.
A magician? Why? Are we just going to see some tricks? A little bit boring.

"Hello students. Hello. I am mr. Wonder and I will make you believe in magic. There is more in this world than we know and see you just have to take a closer look", he said with a mysterious voice.

I turned to Christina who was pointing her finger against her forehead when the man turned around.

He started with a few tricks that were really good but not enough for believing in magic.
We all have seen them on TV. It's nothing new to us.

But what if there was magic in this world. Don't get me wrong I don't believe in magic I'm just curious. Are we muggles? And students are now going to hogwarts instead of a normal school and looking up the their idols Harry Potter, Hermione Granger and Ron weasley? Probably not but the thought of it is nice.

The half of the class was playing on their phone or were half asleep. I didn't want do be rude so I listened to him and watched him.
It was probably his childhood dream to become a magician and perform in front of people. It's what he loves to do so I think we can show a little bit respect by showing interest. Even if we aren't interested at all.

Mr. Wonder laid the carts back and startet to pack his things but he didn't say his goodbye. No, he had one last trick to do.

"Here, I will give you all a piece of paper. Please write a wish you have on it. Then give it back to me but just one wish!"

He stepped to us and handed some pieces of paper out.
And why do we have to do this? Is he going to make the wish come true? What if I write down that I want to have 1.000.000 $? I sighed and thought of something. The money would be a cliché. Maybe good grades. Or something sporty because I am pretty bad at it.

"Don't know what to write?", Cristina asked looking down at my piece of paper.

I shrugged and played with the pencil in my hand.

"You always talk about how much you want to be born in the eighties. So you can have your childhood in the nineties and be a teenager around 2000. You can wish that", she suggested.

That was a good idea so I started writing:

Being in my age in the 2000 with my friends.

I put the paper into a cup the magician brought with him. After he had all the wishes he packed them away and said goodbye following by leaving the room.

I thought there was something coming. What about the wishes?
A little bit disappointed with this art lesson I left with Cristina the room and talked.

"And, what was your dream?", she asked,"was my idea good?"

I nodded and pulled out my phone to see what we have next.

P.E.

Wonderful.

P.E is my worst enemy. Who needs it? It is just for the kids who at least want to have one good grade. Of course there are talented people in our class that are incredible clever. And they are also very sporty. The perfect students. I wasn't one of them.

"What did you write?", I finally asked her pushing the thought of P. E back.

"I wanted to have a talent in something."

"A talent?"

"Yes, a talent."

A good one but I like to draw and write. I also play music. And I'm pretty good at it.

Our ways separated and I went to the dressing cabinets. Spencer was already waiting for me at the outside.

"Hey, Ry. How was your day so far?", he asked me while entering the cabinet.

"You know exactly how it started", I said pulling out my sports clothes.

"Yeah, and it was hilarious!", he said slightly laughing, "but I mean art. How was it?"

I told him about the magician and his eyes widened.

"Really? A magician? I would love to see one. I always liked it when I was a little kid. Damn, you're lucky."

I was kinda surprised about the reaction but I knew he liked magic.

Anyway the lesson started with basketball.

Oh no

I am tall, I have long legs but I'm really skinny. I can wear the clothes from Cristina and Susan and they fit me perfectly. Sometimes they are just a little bit to short.

I was really happy when the teacher said his goodbye and we were free to go.

*****

The rest of the day went really unspectacular. We got a class test we wrote like 1 month ago back. It was math which I'm pretty good at.
I got a B. For me that was really good.

Spencer got an A. He was something like a genius in math.

Then it was time for detention. I sat between the bad boy of the school Andy, who was probably cleverer than we all together but he just didn't care about school, and the silent, creepy kid Gerard who was always drawing. The most people called him psycho but I think he is a pretty nice guy. We haven't talked that much but when we did it was always interesting. He just isn't like everybody else and doesn't give a shit about what people say.

"You here, Ryan?", he asked a little bit confused. Normally I don't have to go to detention.

I nodded and said:
"Came late and it was Mr. Foust class."

He chuckled and began to draw again.
It was a woman and a man nearly kissing each other but they where covered in blood. This kid is really weird but I really come along with people like him.
I started to do my extra homework and wished detention will end soon.

*****

Finally I went to my car and drove home to draw something. Mum was already home and dad was sitting in the living room in front of the TV.

"Hi, I'm home!", I yelled and mum turned around to say a quick hello. Dad just nod and I went to my room. That is always the reaction after a fight. We argue and after that everybody is so quit and does nothing.
And when you ask if something is wrong they just shake their heads and go away.

My parents are very resentful and I just don't want to be angry at someone for to long. It is unnecessary. Sometimes I just wish to run away and be by myself with just my guitar, pencils and a notebook.

Just my thoughts and I.

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Hello! I hope you liked the first chapter of my first ryden story.
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