All stories have a beginning.
Some start in a castle, some by a lake, inside a house, in a forest, at least, that is how they are said to start.
In truth, I believe stories begin long before you are born. Long before you parents or grandparents are born. I believe story’s start as far back as the cave man ages. Each new era, each new war, every one and everything, all the decisions, triumphs and mistakes took that took place in order for you parents to meet and have you.
When you think of it that way, a beginning isn’t really a ‘once upon a time’ sort of thing, a beginning starts in the origin of time, and in saying that, you can’t really claim it as your story alone, as all people’s stories are intertwined with each others.
So, I can’t say this story is about me, it’s about many people, and shall continue on ages after I have died.
But for simplicity’s sake, lets just say this is my story, and my story as it is told, starts right here, in the crowded hallway of my new High School, where I stand clutching a schedule and waiting for life to start.
“Class 4A, English, 9:00” I muttered, looking around anxiously. It was getting closer to nine, and I still hadn’t found my classroom. This was bad, and on my first day too.
I began walking forward, faster than I’m sure was allowed but I couldn’t be late.
Suddenly, I collided with something hard.
It was a boy.
“Watch it” he snarled.
I stumbled back, and he bent over to pick up his fallen books.
I got there before him.
“I am so sorry.” I said, handing them to him.
He took them.
“Whatever” He said shortly.
I was never really good in social situations, but I knew that if I didn’t push past my awkwardness I would be late for class, and that couldn’t happen.
“Um, I realize I just walked into you, so it’s not really my place to ask you for a favor, but I was wondering, could you possibly show me the way to the English classroom? I can’t find it, and I’m afraid I might be late.”
He looked at me.
“Fine” he said flatly. He turned around, and without waiting to see if I was following, walked away.
I caught up to him, having to walk twice as fast to keep up with his longer strides.
He was the oddest person I had ever met.
His hair was red, and styled over to one side, a few strands hiding his right eye. His eyes were a pale, smoky green, with odd blackish specks in the Iris. He also wore black eye liner which was . . . interesting.
He was tall and slim, with high cheek bones and long fingers. His skin was pale. He looked tired and unwell.
His clothes at least, looked normal. A large black hoodie and jeans.
He was hot too. Extremely hot, but there was something about him that made you not notice his hotness unless you were really looking. Something that said ‘stay away’.
It seemed to work. As we walked, people parted seemingly without thought to walk farther away from him.
Even myself, I found without noticing it that the space between us had grown larger and larger with each step.
I began to feel nervous.
Did this guy have some sort of contagious disease or something? Or maybe he was just an out cast. Or a bully? He did seem like a bully when I bumped into him, but no, that wasn’t right, bullies don’t help you find your classroom. Maybe it was just a personality thing.
I gave him the once over again, as discreetly as possible.
He really was hot. The kind of hot that popular guys usually were, yet he was clearly not popular.
It really was a personality thing, I realized.
People always notice a hot guy when he swaggers around with his group of friends, flirting with random girls in the hallway, and generally acting like a hot guy.
This guy didn’t. He had his hood pulled down low over his eyes, his hands in his pockets, hunched in his hoodie like he was hiding in it. No confidence, no swag.
I hadn’t realized that we stopped till he nodded at the door in front of us.
“Room 4A. You have five minuets.”
He began to walk away.
“Wait!” I called.
“Isn’t this your classroom too? Aren’t you going in?”
He looked at me blankly.
“No” he left.
I frowned, but pushed the door open, walking in.
I looked about for a vacant seat, and found one. There was another boy in the seat beside it.
I took a deep breath, and tapped him on the shoulder.
“Excuse me, but is that seat taken?”
He turned around.
If the red head was hot, this guy was cute. He had sandy blond hair that lay in a mop of curls on his head. he was slightly freckled and had a large grin on his face.
“Nope, it’s free” he smiled at me, and I smiled back shyly.
I sat down, and brought out my English book, paper, and a pencil.
“You must be new here.” he said.
He held out a hand.
“My name is Carl. What’s your name?”
I shook his hand carefully,
“White. White Smith.”
He laughed. “White huh? Neat name.”
“Thank you” I said.
“Say, How did you find the classroom so fast? Most new students arrive here like, fifteen minuets late.”
I smiled. “I had some help. I did think I was never going to find it though.”
“Tell me about it. It’s ridiculous. Let me warn you though, Mrs. Stienfalt isn’t someone you wanna walk in late on. Even when you’re on time, she’s a monster. In fact, lots of the time, students skive off her lessons, especially at the beginning of the year, just to avoid her.”
My thoughts wandered back to the weird guy. Perhaps that’s why he didn’t go in with me. He was a skiver. I gulped, could these lessons really be that bad?
Carl laughed, no doubt seeing the alarm on my face.
“Don’t worry. She ain’t gonna kill ya. She just gives us lots of homework and hands out detention like candy. You’ll get used to her. As long as you’re good at English she can’t give you detention.”
I felt relieved. English was my best subject.
“Hey, you probably haven’t made any friends yet, do you wanna hang out with me and my group at lunch?” Carl asked.
" . . . I, um” I fiddled with the strap of my back pack.
“I don’t know. I mean, yes, that would be lovely, but I don’t really fit in well with other people . . .”
Carl waved away my excuses.
“We are a large group of all kinds of different people. We got nerds, cool kids, underdogs, jocks, mall babes, emo’s, musicians, the whole works, so I’m sure you’ll fit in with somebody. We’re all really welcoming and open minded, no body’s ever shunned.”
“That sounds nice.”
I wonder if weird guy is in their group. He’s probably an emo.
“Which category do you fall under?” Carl asked.
“Uh . . . I don’t understand-”
“Are you a nerd? Emo? Underdog?”
“Oh,” I laughed.
“I guess I’m a bit of all those, I like reading, writing, art, nerdy stuff, but I also like swimming, and music, fashion, shopping and all that. I guess I’m a bit of an underdog as well.”
He laughed again. “Then you’ll fit in with everyone.”
“What about you?” I asked.
He grinned, propping one elbow up on his desk and resting his chin on his hand, raking a hand through his hair. “I’m a jockey cool kid, couldn’t you tell?”
I laughed again.
It felt nice to be able to talk to someone. All the guys in my other school were jerks and wouldn’t talk to me if you paid them. It was a nice change.
“Whoops, here comes the monster” Carl turned back away from me to face the front of the classroom, where our English teacher now stood.
She looked to be in her mid thirty’s, with brown hair pulled back in a short pony tail. She had a red silk scarf around her neck, and a grey wool sweater with long sleeves covered her upper body. Her pants were were grey as well, and formal. Her shoes were a pair of black, slightly heeled shoes.
She didn’t look much like a monster, but I knew first looks could be deceiving.
She took out a red binder and a pencil.
“Role call” she said.
“Here” a brown haired guy raised his hand.
Carl raised his hand lazily.
“Here” he said.
I waited, as the teacher continued the roll call for her to realize that someone was missing. She didn’t.
Finally she got to my name.
“Here” I said softly, raising my hand only slightly. People suddenly seemed to realize I was there.
Mrs. Steinfalt’s eyes lingered over her list for a fraction of a second more, then she shut the binder with a sigh.
“Right. Well as you probably have noticed if you aren’t still the blind idiots from last year, we have a new student. White Smith.”
Yikes, harsh much?
There was a splattering of “Hey” and “Hi” and “Another new kid?”
I looked down at my lap, face burning.
“I’ll have you know Ms.Smith, I have very high expectations from my class. I do not tolerate any rule braking, skiving, note passing, sleeping, texting, or disrespect. When I give you homework you must turn it in exactly the day I tell you to, and if I see you start to fail, I will not hesitate to remove you from this class.”
I nodded, heart beating fast. I have never worked well under pressure.
“Just because you are a new student does not mean you get special treatment, so do not expect any. Do I make myself clear?”
“Yes” I whispered.
“Ms. Smith I can not understand a word you say-”
“She said YES ma’am” Carl spoke up loudly from beside me.
A ripple of laughter reached my ears.
Mrs. Steinfalt looked at Carl severely.
“One more time speaking out of turn Mr.Godwin and you will be in detention. Mrs.Smith, from now on you will speak in a distinguishable manner, or you to shall be in detention. Now class, in case you have spent the entire summer brake roasting your brains and forgetting everything, today we shall do a little review.”
She walked over to the black board, and began to write.
Jane walke’s down the path that led into the forest Their she founds a small lake.
“Ms.Smith, come up here and correct this sentence.”
I stood up, shaking, and took the piece of chalk from her outstretched hand.
Luckily this one was easy.
Jane walks down the path that leads into the forest. There she finds a small lake.
I stood back, brushing my chalky hands on my pants, feeling hopeful.
“I am concerned Ms.Smith, this question is something you might have gotten in grade six. If you took that long to answer it I have my doubts on you being able to keep up with the class.”
I couldn’t believe it.
So I began walking back to my desk.
“I have not given you permission to sit down Ms.Smith. And don’t wipe your hands on your clothes, it’s a disgusting habit that is prohibited in this classroom.
I wanted a large bird to crash through the window and swoop me away. I wanted to be on an island with an erupting volcano. I wanted to be in a poisonous jungle. I wanted to be any where but here.
I walked back to the chalk board and awaited my next instructions.
Mrs.Stienfalt looked down at me as though I were a bug that she wanted very much to squash.
“Tell me Ms.Smith. Can you tell me which sentence is incorrect?”
I nodded and looked at the chalk board.
Each boat has its own sail.
Each boat has it’s own sail.
“The second one is incorrect.” I said, trying to keep my voice from shaking.
“And does your limited vocabulary have enough words to describe to me, why it is incorrect?”
I took a deep breath.
“Because It apostrophe s would mean it is. So each boat has it is own sail, that doesn’t make sense.”
The teacher shook her head.
“Sit down. And next time I call you up to answer a question, try to do it in a way that makes it easier to understand you.”
I sat, and clenched my hands together on my lap, shaking.
Carl was right.
She is a monster.
“You are sure your friends won’t mind me eating with them?” I asked, nervously as Carl led me to the cafeteria.
“God no, we love new people. Don’t worry, the’re gonna love you!”
We came to a large table, at which sat at least twenty different people.
“Listen up ya’ll! We got our selves a new recruit! Say hello to White Smith!”
It turns out he was telling the absolute truth when he was describing his ‘group.’ They are all extremely nice and welcoming. But, someone of them were a bit . . .well . . . weird.
“Let me introduce you.” Carl said.
“This is John, Talia, Sara, Ava and Drew. The ‘nerds’ of this group.”
John was quiet and shy, Tailia was too busy doing her math homework to notice me and Ava and Drew were pretty normal. We like lots of the same stuff, like reading and art and all that, only Drew likes science Fiction and abstract painting, where I like fantasy and sketching.
Then I was introduced to the Jocks.
Dave, David and Lucas. They were all pretty cool. Lucas especially warmed up to me when he found out I like swimming. Apparently this schools swim team sucks though, so he said he wouldn’t recommend joining up.
Then came the Emo’s.
Madison Scott, Jean Tisha, Noah Grey and Martha Nunez. They seemed . . . okay. There was no red head Emo here though. Oh well.
Then came, as Carl called them, the Conspiracy theorists’ Alice Clark and Alex Hofferson.
“In the past week they have decided that the earth is actually flat, the sun is a black hole in disguise, and Trump is a robot, so don’t take it seriously if they say something weird about you.” Carl warned me, under his breath.
“You have it all wrong!” Alice said hotly.
“Trump isn’t a robot, he’s an alien.” Alex agreed.
Carl rolled his eyes and grinned at me.
“What makes you think that?” I asked.
Alex cleared his throat. “Many things, but I will give you the basics first. Three-”
“Well, his skin is orange, supposedly it’s spray tan but that’s just a cover up story to hide the fact that his kin is actually orange, which proves he isn’t human. And the fact that he became president shows he’s trying to take over the Universe, starting with the United states-there are many other reasons but they involve some very complicated algebra, dental floss and mars, but you won’t understand” Alice finished for him.
“Uh . . . I never thought of that one” I said.
“That’s not all. Did you know, man has never actually stepped on the moon? It’s true you see, Alice and I discovered through a very lucky accident that all the moon footage is fake. It’s also very complicated so I won’t bother explaining it.”
“And as Carl rightfully said, yes I have discovered that the earth is flat. It makes sense, the earth is only giving off the allusion that it’s round, really it’s flat as a disk” Alex said.
“How do you figure that?” I asked.
“It all began, again, with a lucky mistake. Last Tuesday, when I was doing my homework-”
“He made a wrong calculation when making a circle of Dramanchela-”
“A what now?”
“Hush. He mixed up the calculations of it’s circumference and when he looked at it, from a certain angle, it appeared to be round as a ball. But when he looked at it from another angle and touched it, it was flat. So that lead him to believe that the earth is the same way.” Alice spoke calmly.
“Interesting” I said after a pause.
“It’s his only theory I don’t really support” she added.
“Why not? When have I actually been PROVEN wrong???” Alex asked, affronted.
“Um, I dunno, maybe that one time you told us that Sex-ed was just a cover up and that storks actually were the ones to deliver babies? You even had a whole essay written up explaining why you thought that. God that was embarrassing, watching you present that in front of the entire school” Alice face palmed.
The table rumbled as everyone started laughing.
Alex’s face was red as he straightened his glasses.
“It was entirely possible” he mumbled.
Next I was introduced to the ‘Mall babes’.
“White, I would like you to meet Cathi. I have a feeling you two will get along really well.” Carl slung his arm around Cathi’s shoulder.
I felt my heart sink. Cathi must be his girlfriend.
She was beautiful, with Dark brown hair that curled gently, ending around her chest. She had large golden eyes, pink lips, and a sweet smile. She wore a jean jacket, and short shorts with sun glasses and a ball cap.
“Nice to meet you White” she said
“She likes fashion just like you. You should totally take down to the mall around here sometime sis.”
“You guys are related?” I blurted out.
“Of course. I know, many people often think we’re dating or something.”
She lowered her voice.
“Don’t worry, he’s free”
I jerked back, face aflame. “I never-I didn’t mean-I don’t-”
She laughed and slung her own arm around my shoulders.
“Don’t worry I was only teasing you. I think Carl is right, were gonna get along just fine. What kind of clothes do you like?”