It was pitch black. Cold. I tried to get up, clasp my hands, anything. I'm starting to get a little anxious. Why can't I move?
Dark figures peered over me.
My chest started to feel heavy.
'You should have never been born'
'I don't want anything to do with him'
'You're too filthy and easy Mosen'
Cold hands gripped my throat "Die"
I jolted awake. My heart thumped aggresively in my chest. Clammy and sweaty, I instantly felt sick and ran for the bathroom. Falling on my knees, hurling in the toilet bowl I felt dizzy. Once it finished I leaned my back against the seat. My stomach turned thinking of old days. This was torture. How long have my hands been shaking? Something loomed over me. It felt heavy in my chest. Warm wet tears blurred my vision. Why, Why was it always me? Why was I so defective? I'm not enough for anyone or anything. I'm so useless. I do deserve to di-
There was buzzing heard in the living room.
It was his phone. He pulled himself up and together with the help of this new distraction.
It was father. He sent me the location of the school I'll be attending. Along with the hours and telephone number. It starts at 7:30, pretty early I think. At the risk of another night terror. I decided to stay up and take a warm bath. Steamy water poured over my feet as I waited in the tube for it to fill. It's hard to have a free mind to think clearly with right now. I'd begin to brush my teeth in the bath trying to be a busy body and scrub myself with a towel until my skin began to scrape and irritate a bit. I hadn't noticed until it ached a little.
Ahhhh, I wasn't sure on what to wear. I hadn't exatly attended school in a long time. I don't even know what to expect other people to be wearing. Deciding not to think too much I pulled out some blue jeans, and a plain grey collared sweatshirt. I'd continue to wear my worn out white sneakers. I really liked bulky bottom shoes. I like the extra height. Standing at 5'4 is pretty annoying. Okay this is fine. Perfectly plain. I stared in the mirror trying to give myself a thumbs up. My hair sits perfectly straight down. I grabbed some strands feeling a little self concious. Was it noticable by chance that I cut my hair? I keep short uneven bangs in the front and layers in the back starting off short and then long towards the very back. Not only that but I literally have it dyed a dark blue right now. I must look so stupid. What if i get bullied?
I felt my stomach twinge slightly. When was the last time I ate?
There's obviously no food in the fridge. I would have to go grocery shopping after school. Waiting for school lunch was my only option right now. With that I flung my old grey crossbody bag on my shoulders and headed out. I should probably buy a proper school bag too. Again I'm not really sure. I think the last grade I attended was 7th or 8th maybe. I don't exactly have notebooks and pencils right now either. I inhaled deeply, don't get nervous Mo, we'll roll with everything as we go. I'll just do my best to not be a problem today. Following the directions to school on my phone it overall was a pleasant neighborhood. Clean streets, nothing exactly sketchy. Everyone I passed had a smile, even saying nice things like 'good morning'.
It was a block away from his apartment. He was early. Arriving at 7:30. Emerton High School, the gates read. He walked into the office that seemed full of staff walking around.
"Hello, I'm a new transfer student" I spoke to the woman at the front desk.
"First and last name?" she asked with a smile.
"Mosen Moon" yeah I know terrible name, what were my parents thinking?
"I'll print out your schedule. Give me one second" she said typing away and then disappearing into the back.
I let out a nervous sigh. First days are always the hardest, you just have to lay low and survive the school year. I heard heels faintly clanking back. It was her with a piece of paper, and what seemed like clothing?
She gave me a warm smile and handed me my schedule. "Well Emerton, is a pretty big school with a lot of buildings and departments but are organized alphabetically. The literature and history department is A, math is B, gym is C, science in D, and other elective types are E. Lockers can be found in the building right next to this one. If you ever feel lost and don't know where to go exactly please come back and we'll have a student give you a tour. Your number and combination are on your schedule. We are also a uniform school. This if for you, already included with your enrollment. Boys are only allowed khakis and collard plain shirts. Dress code is lenient so don't think too much of it. The regulations and rules are on this paper. Do you have any questions?" she huffed with her long spiel.
"Your hair is fine too! We actually encourage student self expression to an extent"
"Thank you, and no I think I got everything" I forced a small smile. I have to walk around and find a bathroom or something to change.
"Okay great, have a good first day! Don't worry you'll get familiar in a couple days" she waved me off as I began to exit.
I lightly sweat dropped. This is all so new so..different. I don't exactly think this is a public school? How much was the tuition?? It does look pretty elaborate and clean...is that a flower garden?? I looked up to the huge water fountain in the middle. Surrounded by colorful flowers and bushes. The buildings were tall and there were vending machines in the courtyard, with tall trees and benches. I peaked around trying to grasps my surroundings.
Being new in the last school year didn't bring any comfort. Doesn't that mean people would be less willing to get to know the new kid? I shouldn't mind I guess. I'm not really here to make friends. I just need to get my act together and do something useful with myself. I clenched my fist ready to move on, looks like first class is in building A, room 14. All the buildings lined up next to each other. I entered and explored with little time to spare. I need to find a bathroom. Down the halls I stumbled upon stairs. Just how many floors are there?! The steps seemed endless. A couple minutes of climbing I reached the 3rd floor. The plaque read 10-17. These are the room numbers in this hall. I took a step to the left and immediately found the bathroom. I stepped inside then into a stall. It's so clean! And smells like flowers? Anyways I slipt into the black khakis and white collard shirt. I'll still wear my sweater, its cold. I stepped out into the hallway again.
Only a few feet away to meet room 14. I lifted a slightly trembling hand to open the door. I'm sure students are already inside. It's literally 7:45. I did my best to open the door quietly and peak inside softly.
Students immediately gave their attention to me.
"Ah you must be our new student" spoke a woman with a smile, the teacher.
"Please, introduce yourself to us!"
"Yes, I'm Mosen Moon. It's a pleasure to meet you all." I glanced with a smile trying to be kind.
"Very good, I'll hand you our current literature textbook and this is the book we're currently reading. Feel free to grab any open seat! Come see me after class so we can talk about what you need to catch up on" she whispered that last part for me to hear only.
Upon sitting down in the corner of the middle row he settled in and began to listen in slight shock. I already know some of this. Being home schooled before moving didn't seem like a waste of time after all. It didn't seem like a waste studying those 4 months before leaving.
With that in mind I flipped a worksheet the teacher handed to me to take some notes. I should focus on good grades.
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