Day 2 ( part 3)

" Hello boy," Mrs. Sessums said with a falsely sweet voice" You're the new kid huh, well you'll will be sitting behind Dolly over there" she said pointing with a small pudgy finger towards a girl, a Prep girl, and I nodded and walked to the seat and sat down behind the girl supposedly named Dolly. What kind of name is Dolly? I mean honestly why would anyone want to be named that it just sounds stupid right?

Mrs. Sessums walked to the front of the classroom in front of the whiteboard " Alright let's continue our lesson children" She said and gave us this smile that looked more like a sneer that could curdle dairy. She started talking about parts of a sentence and to put it plainly, the most boring stuff on planet Earth. I mean come on, we are teenagers we need blood, violence, and gore. No where did I saw grammar or sentence structure.

I looked around the classroom and noticed that there were mostly guys in the class. Oh yeah I forgot to tell you how the males at this school outnumber the girls almost 4 to 1. There's maybe 1 or 2 girls in each clique other than the Cheerleaders. I guess girls aren't quite as violent as guys but most are just as mean. I scanned down the rows of desks looking for face I had seen before and saw that nerdy guy from earlier that morning who Lance had been talking to. However, more interesting in fact was the familiar Jock I had met the day before, Jeffery White. Jeffrey looked like he was zoning out just like the rest of the class. Personally it was not Jeffery that had pissed me of yesterday it had been his brother Ben. He was just asking for me to beat his face in.

Oh well maybe I will get to fight them if they gave me a good reason. Unlike some of the idiots in our school, I don't enjoy beating weak people senseless because there's no fun in that. The geeks and dorks hardly even try to fight back and it's not really a fair fight anyway. The creepy staten teacher Mrs.Sessums started handing out homework that nobody would end up actually doing and I just stuffed into my backpack carelessly. Honestly, homework is just a waste of ink and trees.

The bell round signaling the pass in between periods and I looked back down at my new schedule and saw I had History next. History honestly seemed the stupidest of all the thing teachers tried to teach us. I mean come on, do we really have to learn about a bunch of dead people? Oh well I'd rather not skip classes just yet and I actually want to take my time at this school. Why? Because I'm in no hurry to back home to my Mom and step dad. I doubt anyone at this trash heap is in any hurry to go back to wherever they came from. I know I'm not rushing home.

I started walking towards room 201 which was supposed to be history and would be taught by Mr. Calloway. I walked into the classroom that was similar to Mrs. Sessums but a little more welcoming. It had posters of the U.S. presidents in order across from first to last on the back wall and a quote above the whiteboard that said " Just because you want to eat the burger doesn't mean you want to mean meet the cow"- Steve Buscemi. I looked around the room for any people I knew and didn't see Lance but I did see that girl with the ponytail, Info. The teacher, Mr. Calloway, was younger man with dirty blonde hair and a little bit of astigmatism with his pale brown eyes. He had a cut across his upper lip that could have been from a ring in a fist fight but who knows.

I walked up to his desk that he was sitting behind and he looked up at me and gave me this weird warm smile. " Oh hello, are you new here?" Mr.Calloway asked and stood up to greet me and I nodded my head yes in response and noticed he was pretty tall, maybe about 6'3. "Alright then you can go sit behind Micheal over there " He said and gestured towards on of the Greaser guys who had gelled up black hair. I walked down the desk isles that were similarly set up like that of Mrs.Sessums class. I took my seat behind the Greaser and guess who was sitting right next to me.

"So how's the first day goin'?" Info asked me putting her hand under her chin. I shrugged " Boring " I answered and turned to look at her in the eye. Her eyes were almond shaped and were the color of Fall leaves. She gave me a half smirked which seemed normal for her and rose a brow " You don't talk much do you?" She asked tilting her head to the side. " You noticed?" I said sarcastically letting a small smile pull at the corners of my lips. " Normally the fist fighters at this school are loud mouths " Info said and I remembered she knew about all the fights I had gotten in. " Well not this one" I said shrugging, I didn't talk much to anyone like I said before. " Hmmm, that's different " She declared and sat back in her chair like as if she was thinking about something crucial.

Mr. Calloway walked to the front of the class and began to quiet everyone down. " Alright students, we are going to start studying about the Civil War" He started and then explained a bunch of stuff and then handed out textbooks and a worksheet as well. Oh just great, bookwork. I sighed and got started slowly but surely. However, Info on the other hand was scribbling down answers and was already halfway done with the worksheet. I sighed looking down at the sheet of paper, I was on the third question that asked In what year did the Civil War end?

I got maybe a fourth of the sheet done when the bell rang signally the period was over and stuffed it in my backpack with the Language Arts homework. This was my last class of the day thankfully, I had Math and Science tomorrow. Some of you may be wondering when is the violence and action going to start? Well you can wait, my world doesn't revolve around you and I fight when I want to, mostly just to relieve stress.

I walked out of the class and saw Info walk ahead of me but before I could say anything three of the Cheerleader girls stepped in front of me stopping me from going forward. They all pretty much looked the same, like those Bratz doll things you see on TV but weirder. The aroma of heavy perfume hit me tidal wave and nearly suffocated me. " So new guy, how you liking this academy?" A blonde girl with puffy red lips and batted her heavy eyelashes that were thick with mascara. I knew she was asking about the girls at this place not if I enjoyed it, she already knew the answer to that. " Uh I don't have much opinion yet," I answered and the blonde girl just smirked. " I could always help that opinion " She said and took a step closer to me and one of the other girls, a brunette, giggled. " Yeah no thanks " I said quickly and stepped around her trying to get away and walked away and could almost feel the glare she was giving me as I walked away. I guess she's not used to being rejected.

Most guys would have taken the bait and actually think those girls liked them, but I knew better. I used be be one of those guys and learned my lesson the hard way. Those girls are nothing but drama, expensive makeup, and annoying. You know there's one thing I alway dislike about girls, you can't really tell beat them up like you can to a guy. It just feels wrong to hit a girl, not saying I've ever done it but I don't think I ever could.

Oh well, hopefully those Cheerleader girls took the hint and figured I'm not interested. I'm not even exactly that good looking but those Cheerleader girls can get desperate sometimes. I walked out of the school and it was about noon time and I was bored. What do people do for fun at this school? Other than beating up kids and vandalizing the academy. I didn't really know what to do so I just started walking towards the guys dorm. I walked past several kids I hadn't seen before and noticed that a lot of the cliques wore the same colors. Not that it was new but the nerds wore a red color which basically made them a target for the bulls at this school which would be the Jocks.

However then I heard something peculiar well technically not peculiar but just bit sudden since the sounds of a kid getting beat up is nothing new to me. Since I felt curious I started walking towards the area the fight seemed to be which was behind the boys dorm. "Can't you guys just leave me alone! I don't have anything!" A familiar voice said and I heard the impact of a punch hit the kid that just pleaded to be left alone. " We know you have more money so don't play dumb you twit!" a loud masculine voice bellowed. I turned the corner and saw two Jocks, the redhead from yesterday and Ben. Then I saw a familiar blonde kid on the ground, slumped against the brick wall with a blood dripping from his nose and a pale purple bruise starting to appear on his cheek.

It was Lance.


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