"Another day to watch them push the limits," I told myself. No one has a very good understanding of who I am. There's like only two people in the whole world that understands me. One of them I have had a crush on for like, forever, the other has been my best friend since we were fetuses.
      I glanced at my pile of dirty jeans that was sitting in my closet, and looked at my hangers, "It's laundry this week."
    I grabbed a random one out of the great jean pile. Sniff. I nodded because it still smelled clean. I about put it on when I remembered that this one had blood all over it. I was working with my crush in science, and while we were working on a lab that involves blood, she accidently dropped the blood on the floor and it went everywhere. Then some bullies came and beat me up afterward. GG me. So I threw it back in and grabbed another one. I had a little trouble putting them on but I got it eventually. I just reached up and grabbed a random t-shirt and put it on. Its either black or white, no one really cares cause no one can see it. Then comes one of my favorite piece of clothing, my ivy green sweatshirt given to me by real parents, but to put it all together is my bright light blue hat. Oh there's a reason why I wear that everyday, but now is not the time.
    "JAKE!! YOU DON'T WANT TO MISS SCHOOL BUS AGAIN!!"' my foster mom yelled. I finished putting on my hat and ran to grab my backpack. THEN OUT THE DOOR!!
         

           Bus stop, not much people to talk to here. Like if I ever talked to people. And everybody knows. It's quite nice actually. Buzz buzz. I whipped out my phone. Looks like it's Audrey again, 'look behind you, you douche,' it read. I turned around to see her walk to our stop. Looks like she's not performing today. I waved to greet her. She waved back. This my friends is one of the greatest person to meet. She hasn't changed. With her jet black hair and a section on the front that's a bloodish fiery red, which I think she had to dye for a concert but it just stuck with her. I see she stills has her 1950's  black and white varsity jacket. And. Shorts. In September.
          "Not listening to music? That's a shame," she gently slapped the back of my head, "plus your hair a mess to."
          "Nice too see you too," I replied.
          "Hold this," she threw her bag into my arms.
          She put her hair up in a ponytail, "The fame getting to your head?" I joked.
           "Psh. Like as if," and took it the bag.
           She started digging through her bag. She was looking for something. Things started falling out, mostly headphones pencils and crumpled up paper. It figures. She pulled a little box out and said with excitement, "Found ya." And handed the small box to me. A box of cigarettes. It's wasn't any of the brands that are here in Eleanor.
           "I got them while on tour in a small store in Canada, here have them," then placed it in my hands. I need a new box of cigarettes.
           Eleanor is a small town located in West Virginia. It wasn't know for much, Audrey here helped made it a bit bigger with her fame. And there's only one high school, middle school and two elementarys. We go to WindWard high school, don't ask why they named it that I don't know the answer. It like hell there. Cause of that I smoke to forget my worries.
           I examined the box. It look like it held 24. "Thank you. These won't go to waste," I thanked.  I looked back at her. She had a small flask out and open. Last time I saw her she didn't drink.
          "Umm... How long have you been... drinking?" I asked.
          "Since the world came falling down," she put it away.
          "Yeah..."
          She stared at me like she's had a secret to tell but couldn't, or she was to scared to speak it. I know all about it, so I'll let her be. She is kinda forgetful at times so I have to remind her a bunch of things. I just have to point at something and say her name and she remembers, that's how we work. She kinda been there for me and same for her.
          I looked at my watch, we had some time to kill. I open the new package of cigarettes, threw one in my mouth. And lit it. The people around the stop gave me a shitty look, you get pretty used to over time. Most of the  people here are parents so they probably see someone like me then go home and give a lecture on their child about it.That's how it normal works. I started getting sidetracked in my thoughts and dreams, then a random pain took me back to the real world.
           "Have a nice smoke? Good. The bus is here," Audrey pointed. I took it out, threw it on the ground and stomped on it so it would stop producing smoke. Then followed on the bus. This is like a free for all. The driver hates me, you can never get a seat on here, and people supposedly saving a seat for someone but we all know that 25% are telling the truth. So I had to walk a long ways down the bus and found an open seat. I threw my backpack and followed it. I saw Audrey sit in the front with some people, so that left me on my own. More time to myself. Great.

             We stopped at this one stop in front of the little park we have, it wasn't much, just a few trees and a playground for the kids. And this freshman came on. A female with blonde hair with her tips a blue, dressed in band merch and a smile. She must be new. She walked down the aisle and stopped where I was sitting. She has high school bus smarts.
             "Is anyone sitting here?" She smiled. I nodded no and grabbed my stuff to make as much room as possible. She took her backpack off and sat down next to me. This feels uncomfortable. I pulled my knees along with my school stuff and put myself in a ball like shape.
             She got settled and introduced herself. Her name was Emma. She said that she really like bands and moved here during the first quarter of the school year. So she was new. Rule one for me, don't make as much friends as you can. I started to doze off but I got a tap on the shoulder and Emma was offering if I wanted to listen to music with her, I accepted to be polite, and put the other earbud in my ear. Her music wasn't that bad it really depends on what you like. In my ball-like shape I found myself quietly crying. Cause this was normal. Totally normal. And lost focus on the time.

          The music stopped. I snapped back to the world and looked at her, "I was quite enjoying that."
          "I know, but we're at school now, and we'll have to get to class," she tried to put on a different shirt, "Plus you'll never know what the day has in store for you!" She left. I looked out the window to see our 3 story high school.
          I uncurl myself and got up and threw my backpack over my shoulder. And walked down the aisle. Everyone was off and I was the last one like normal. But I thought I saw something left in one of the seats but it could just be nothing. "Peek-a-boo!" Audrey kissed my cheek.
          I jumped, and tripped into the seat across her. She held out her hand to help me up. Putting my hands on the two seats next to it and helped myself up. This I figured out that she had a thing for me. She blushed as I got off the bus. If I'm not late after that,I should run into my friend Stellar before class starts. It's like a 50 50 chance I would see her before then, but that's up to fate.
          "Hi!!" She waved, then went back to talking her group. She was lucky to be accepted by a group of popular kids. They were known for a lot of things, but the group doesn't really know their fame yet. I hope I get friends that are like that.
     The front office was to the left when you first enter the doors. There was the girl Emma from the bus, looks like she is enrolling. I hope no harm comes to her. Then to right of the main doors which is like the whole floor are the gyms, then oldly the cafeteria is on the second floor. And that's is where most of the music rooms are, along with a few classrooms and lockers. The third floor is where most of the stuff was. I had one or two classes on the second floor and the rest of on the third. I was lucky, in my case, to not get gym. It flat out sucks. So that's WindWood High school lay-out. You'll get used to as the school years go on.To me it's important not to stand out or anything, to much attiention. As you can tell I'm not much as the 'standing-out-in-the-crowed type'. But here goes another day in this hell hole.