The hours blurred together in one, awful memory of pain and suffering. I moved every box inside the house, within three hours. My jerk of a dad had long since gone to sleep, but the fear of what would happen if I didn’t finish drove away the temptation of going to bed too. At last, I collapsed back into bed at five thirty in the morning, hands scraped raw and blistered, and weary as can be. I fell asleep miserable, not knowing what the coming day had to offer.
I woke up to one of the worst sounds a child knows: an alarm clock. Blearily, I reached out with my hand, this time remembering their current state, and hit the snooze with my fingertips. I rolled of my makeshift bed with a sigh, and proceeded to dress. I wondered what to do with my hands. …show more content…
I turned around to see who had talked to me. The speaker had blond hair and glasses, and looked to be fairly short. The most striking thing about him, however, was his eyes. His left eye was a light blue, almost like the sky on a clear morning. His right eye was dark green, like a forest of pine trees. I tried not to stare at him, but I couldn’t help it. “Cat got your tongue?” the other kid asked playfully.
“What? Oh, uh, yeah I’m new here. I just moved in yesterday from a small town in Ohio,” I finally replied.
“What’s your name? Mine’s Asher,” Asher said.
“Hi, I’m Daniel,” I responded. There was an awkward silence in which none of us knew what to say after the basic introductions. After a while, Asher just shrugged and walked back to his group of friends.
“See ya,” Asher called back over his shoulder.
“Bye,” I mumbled, wishing I had good social skills, because Asher seemed really nice. At long last, the familiar yellow school bus rumbled to a stop in front of the group of students. I was at the front of the pack, so I got on first, the rest of the students filed behind me. They all seemed reluctant to get on, knowing that by doing so, they were officially kissing summer goodbye. I sat in one of the only remaining open seats on the bus, giving myself a window seat to watch the scenery of the bus …show more content…
Inside were two tall blond women with name tags pinned on their dresses. I walked up to one of them and nervously stated my name. “Oh, Daniel Noir. Yes, we’ve heard so much about you!” one of the women exclaimed with obvious forced enthusiasm. “Here’s a map of the school. Right now you should be in homeroom in room 111, where you will receive your schedule and locker, so run along before you completely miss it. Have fun!” she called as I walked out of the office, shaking my head in disbelief at how fake she was. I looked at my map, and my jaw hit the floor. The school was a full three stories, and had rooms numbered from 1 to 360. Luckily, my room was on the main floor, and I was able to make it there before the first bell
I woke up to one of the worst sounds a child knows: an alarm clock. Blearily, I reached out with my hand, this time remembering their current state, and hit the snooze with my fingertips. I rolled of my makeshift bed with a sigh, and proceeded to dress. I wondered what to do with my hands. …show more content…
I turned around to see who had talked to me. The speaker had blond hair and glasses, and looked to be fairly short. The most striking thing about him, however, was his eyes. His left eye was a light blue, almost like the sky on a clear morning. His right eye was dark green, like a forest of pine trees. I tried not to stare at him, but I couldn’t help it. “Cat got your tongue?” the other kid asked playfully.
“What? Oh, uh, yeah I’m new here. I just moved in yesterday from a small town in Ohio,” I finally replied.
“What’s your name? Mine’s Asher,” Asher said.
“Hi, I’m Daniel,” I responded. There was an awkward silence in which none of us knew what to say after the basic introductions. After a while, Asher just shrugged and walked back to his group of friends.
“See ya,” Asher called back over his shoulder.
“Bye,” I mumbled, wishing I had good social skills, because Asher seemed really nice. At long last, the familiar yellow school bus rumbled to a stop in front of the group of students. I was at the front of the pack, so I got on first, the rest of the students filed behind me. They all seemed reluctant to get on, knowing that by doing so, they were officially kissing summer goodbye. I sat in one of the only remaining open seats on the bus, giving myself a window seat to watch the scenery of the bus …show more content…
Inside were two tall blond women with name tags pinned on their dresses. I walked up to one of them and nervously stated my name. “Oh, Daniel Noir. Yes, we’ve heard so much about you!” one of the women exclaimed with obvious forced enthusiasm. “Here’s a map of the school. Right now you should be in homeroom in room 111, where you will receive your schedule and locker, so run along before you completely miss it. Have fun!” she called as I walked out of the office, shaking my head in disbelief at how fake she was. I looked at my map, and my jaw hit the floor. The school was a full three stories, and had rooms numbered from 1 to 360. Luckily, my room was on the main floor, and I was able to make it there before the first bell