[Or]Innocence faded.
Here goes my sho at 30,000 words wish me luck. Basicly a story about one kids journey through a year of high school, the ups, the downs, and the war that almost tears the entire school in two.
Chapter One: Another Day.
Great I have to do this stupid assignment for English, write a journal for the whole year for what. Whatever I have to do not like I can really afford to lose easy marks like these.
Where to start, I suppose I should talk about my self. I am 16 as of August twenty fourth, and am about 5’11. I am in grade eleven, and don’t really play any sports, nor am I involved in any school functions, for usually I try to stay away from school activates seeing how I am not fond of school myself, but whatever. I listen to mostly heavy music, and some people say my hair is far to long, but I would disagree I like my long hair. I have a few friends don’t really want a bunch usually in a big group of friends most of them don’t even like you so why try.
I guess I was too involved in my stupid assignment to see her, she running right towards me, or more to where I was about to be. Her body, and mine connected full force sending the unlikely new girl away, her body moved forward, and almost fell over the railing into the stair case if I hadn’t shot my arm out, and grabbed her by the shoulder. “Woah don’t kill yourself,” I remarked.
“I’m really sorry I didn’t mean too it was an accident I am new and…” She started to ramble obviously feeling the pressures of a new school.
“Calm down its fine it was an accident don’t worry about it,” I said trying to calm her down.
“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to sir,” That struck me as odd, why was she referring me as if I was a teacher. I guess she just was new to high school, and didn’t know how to act.
“Sir? I’m not a teacher call me Matt,”
“Oh sorry Mat,”
“And stop saying sorry to me honestly I don’t care,”
“Oh sor…” She said catching herself, “I mean it is just weird I don’t want to make any enemies the first day,”
“I understand I was a freshman once before to,”
“Yeah anyways I should get going,”
“Well aren’t you going to tell me your name,”
“Oh sorry,” To that I rolled my eyes so she knew her mistake, “I mean my names Anna see you around,” She said running off down the stairs. An odd girl, but nice at least, better then most of the stuck up freshmen who think there king **** just because they’re in high school. I walked down the direction I was going, to theater arts class that should be a good time I hoped.
As I had suspected it was a great class. The teacher talked most of the class, but she was funny at least, and I knew a lot of people in the class, which was a good thing any class where you make a fool out of yourself it is best to know someone, who will be a fool with you I guess. As I walked out I heard a familiar voice call from behind me.
“You ugly they let you in I thought there was a rule about trash,” My old friend Criss Draven called from behind, lately he was becoming more and more of a jackass, but I guess that is what made him unique.
“Hey did you lose weig…never mind I wouldn’t want to get your hopes up,” I called back to him staring him in the eyes I could tell he didn’t take the remark to heart, which was a good thing because he probably could kick my ass if he wanted too. Weighing in at over two hundred, and fifty pounds, and standing just a little under me, he was defiantly a hefty fella. Yet using that weight he was able to make people afraid of him.
“I’ll remember that remark one of these days,”
“Of course I wouldn’t want to anger you,”
“Damn straight,” He said without a hint of joking in his eyes. I laughed in my head a little, and turned away.
“Really can’t talk right now I’ve got to get to class.”
Math class itself was a bore, fractions, points, and triangles, not like I am ever going to use this crap. The class after that was almost as boring History. We where learning about the French revolution, fantastically interesting stuff I can assure you. Hopefully it gets better. Of course though after that was lunch by far my favorite class.
I dropped my books into the locker, and headed down stairs to the basement, passing by several freshmen with marker on there faces. You see as is custom with a lot of high school freshmen had to go through a ritual of passing which involved seniors writing obscenities on your face. Not the fondest memories of my high school life that’s for sure, but at least it wasn’t as bad as refusing, then they would through you into a local river.
“Man this year is going to suck,” Was what I was greeted to as I walked absentmindedly down to the basement where I usually hang during lunch.
“More then usual?” I inquired.
“Defiantly,” Was my friend Greg’s response, he was a tall blond haired kid in the twelfth grade one high then me. He spoke with a British accent, and had a very unusual sense of humor.
“How so?” I asked sitting down on the floor leaning my back against the wall.
“Those damn freshmen, I am going to kill some of them before this year is out,” he smiled sadistically.
“Mind if I help?” I half said half laughed.
“Sure you chose the weapon, sword, or plasma pistol,”
“Sword, it’ll amuse me more,”
“Ok, but I must warn you all ninth graders this year are equipped with nuclear bombs,”
“That’s what makes it a challenge,” I decided to end the conversation there by grabbing my sandwich, and digging into it. Personally I didn’t find the freshmen that bad a few where a pain that’s true, but for most they just looked like they where trying to fit in. The rest of the lunch went by without anything to note worthy. We played a game of battle Frisbee, which involved throwing a Frisbee as hard as you could at your opponent in an attempt to “kill” them. Some gangster looking kids gave us weird looks, but nothing really out of the ordinary. I met up with my old friend john, and he to got caught up playing battle Frisbee.
After lunch was English class, as I walked there I heard a few stupid remarks about my hair from some gangster wannabes behind me. To show I could take a joke I laughed back then muttered some inaudible sure word under my breath before I walked into class. English class was ok, some jackass started acting up when the teacher left to try, and show how “cool” he is. Of course everyone but a few laughed. His name was Ray something or other.
The rest of the day went by quick nothing happened, but small minds soaking up new information about trigonometry, and the rules of a comma. I took what books I needed from my locker, and headed down the light green hallway to wait for the bus. Home was coming where I could finally relax, or so I thought in reality the first day of school was never a lot of work, but later in the year I would want to kill myself, joking of course.
Walking out I saw a freshmen crying in a corner. I couldn’t see who she was, but I could tell by the books she had covering her face she was a freshmen. It really goes to far when you make a rookie cry like that. Some of her friends tried to cheer her up, but I guess she didn’t want to be cheered up as she shoved them away more or less. I walked by with out second look as was common I high school, you never get into some else’s business whither your trying to help or other wise.
By the time I exited the door out of the building I was greeted with one last familiar face, this time it was one of my oldest friends norm. He was an odd fellow standing well over six feet tall with straggly cut, and oddly colored hair. His clothes usually were baggy with man-made rips all through them. “Man where have you been I haven’t seen you all day,”
“I’ve been around, so how did your first day go,”
“Bad, the worst part was I was at school again which sucks,”
“Tell me about,”
“Seriously though how’s it been”
“Meh ok I guess,”
“That bad huh,” he joked,
“Yeah, nothing really exciting happens in school. Well minus the everyday school hood drama that usually doesn’t get interesting though until half way through the year.”
“Maybe this year you’ll actually get a girlfriend,” he said rising his eyebrows over exaggeratedly.
“Coming from you I’ll take that as a complement,” Honestly I always the way people portrayed a girl friend, as an object a possession that you keep not actually a person. Maybe that’s why I never liked talking about them because I always thought they should be so much more, but as it stands there where few who held the same sympathies.
“Whatever man, I gotta catch my bus talk to you later.
“yeah see you around,” I replied as he ran off. I walked towards some friends of mine to wait for the bus. The day seemed short for some reason like it was moving in fast motion, I didn’t realize it then, but this is something I took for granted. The quick carefree days, sure nothing overly big happened, but sometimes that was a good thing.
I slunk into my house my mind as usual was full of thoughts, question, but never any answers. I called out that I was home as was a norm, and as once again nobody was home to answer my call. My mom, who was my only parent must had still been at work. “Great a whole house to myself, again,” I grumbled to myself as I went searching threw the cupboards to find something to eat. It was almost nine when my mom finally did come home, she walked threw the door defiantly not bursting with excitement.
“Hi mom,” I called from where I was sitting on the couch.
“Hi honey how was your first day at school,”
“School like,”
“That bad huh?”
“Yeah, nothing really exciting, nothing really bad just sorta normal.”
“And that’s a bad thing?”
“Yeah normal is a bad thing,”
“Who would have thought,” She smiled unloading some shopping she had been doing into the drawers,” So did you find something to eat,”
“Yeah I made myself a sandwich,”
“Glad to know I can count on you to eat all my food,”
“Our food,” I corrected.
“So did you get any homework,”
“You’ve got to be kidding, obviously not it’s the first day,”
“I know just checking wouldn’t want you to start off on the wrong foot.”
“Like there a right foot,” I remarked sarcastically.
“Well you have a point, I am going to bed it’s been a long day,”
“Yeah,” I answered back even though it felt short, “I’ll be going to bed to I’m beat,” This wasn’t a lie I was for some reason tired.
“See you in the morning, if you’re up before I leave,”
“Night,”