This was hell. Why was my parents making me go to a new school? Just because I may have lost my temper and slammed someone's head into the wall. Seriously? IN THE MIDDLE OF THE YEAR AT THAT!
I had no trouble at my old school, yeah I had no friends, but no one bullied me. I was the ultimate delinquent. The bad boy without any chill.
There's no helping it though. They were extremely pissed at me for putting him into a coma(totally accidental mind you). So here I was packing my clothes, belongings, and personal items and getting shipped off to a boarding school for troubled minds. They didn't even let me see the brochure, so this could be a total shit hole.
They should be supportive and understanding that I messed up, but oh no seek divine retribution if you so much as tarnish their perfect social image. It was mainly their fault anyway for letting me learn martial arts with anger issues.
Nobody goes without abasement, at the minimum, experiences it once, so they should understand and accept these things.
They don't see it that way. I am called an abberration and abhored by my former acquaintances.
But their facade will be abraded once they learn to accept people's mistakes. When that'll happen is still a mystery to me.
Now that I had finished packing apparently they had called a taxi to take me to the airport. They can't face the shame. So he's been out there honking for the past 15 minutes. If it was me I would have driven away by now.
Struggling to get the zipper of my overstuffed suitcase closed. It finally zipped the last couple of inches shut and I sighed with relief, out of breath.
I grabbed the handle and pulled it behind me grabbing a hoodie before I exited my room, the last time, for a while.
I hurried down the stairs, suitcase bumping down step after step hitting my legs.
Pulling my black hoodie on before I went outside into the cold. I made sure that the hood was up securely.
Shutting the door firmly behind me I stomped to the stupid yellow taxi with the impatient driver leaning up against it smoking.
He tried to take my suitcase, but I refused to trust my belongings in the hands of a stranger and threw it in the seat before I got inside.
I sat in the backseat because I didn't want him trying to make conversation with me, which he will probably try to do anyway.
I put my seatbelt on because, one we were late and two he was sure to drive way too fast.
Checking to see if I had my ticket to hell, which I did, I then pulled out my phone and earbuds. This was going to be a long ride.
About 30 minutes later the driver screeched into the airport's crowded parking lot.
So I admit the ride wasn't that long, but that's still not the point now is it?
He parked hazardously, then got out to help me get my bag. Which was unnecessary.
I started fumbling with my seatbelt.
"Why won't this fucking thing unbuckle!" I said angrily.
I started yanking at it becoming a little claustrophobic, but it still wouldn't let loose.
The drive noticing my distress opened the door.
"Do ya need help?" He asked in his thick Australian accent.
"What does it fucking look like!" I almost shouted still pulling violently on the belt of death.
"Okay okay calm yaself this happens ta everyone." He said casually reaching over and pressing the release button.
I had failed to see the stupid thing, because it was not in the normal position. Apparently they had to make them some high class technical shit that nobody could figure out. It was a little lever on the side which he pushed upwards and the belt retracted.
"Dude don't you think you should warn someone or something I almost suffocated."
I exited the vehicle my pride in shambles, suitcase in hand started to walk towards the entrance of the airport.
After entering I soon became used to the warm environment, quite contrasting the cold, frigid one of outside.
Following signs I soon came to stand in a long line that still had to go through security.
It moved pretty fast and soon it was my turn.
Taking off all the metal I had on me I dropped them in the tray and walked through the machine.
Retrieving my bag and accessories I walked over to the door that would led me to the plane outside.
Giving the lady my ticket she allowed me passage to the gate of hell.
I sighed as I walked towards yet another line that was waiting to board the plane.
After a while everyone was seated and stuffing my suitcase above my head I was now as well.
I was sitting in the window seat with two strangers to my left and three more in front.
I avoided their eyes nervously and stared out the window. Ignoring the chatter of my neighbors. Apparently they were trying to talk to me, but I'm not one to respond.
Why do they care about a stranger they just met? I bet if they knew of my past they would be revolted.
I decided not to spend the 10 hour flight uselessly. I put on my headphones and went to sleep.
Arriving at the destination I was shook awake by the women in the seat besides mine
Arriving at the destination I was shook awake by the women in the seat besides mine.
I took off my headphones and waited for us to land.
One sore body and a bumpy landing on top I stumbled onto the pavement.
My parents had gave me a debut card which they said would have monthly deposits on it.
I had around $500 right now and since I wasn't due to start school for 7 more days. I decided I would just stay at a nereby hotel, not wanting to be there any sooner that I had to be.
Going through another round of airport crowds I pushed through the dirty glass doors and into the frigid weather.
I soon hailed a taxi and had it take me to the Frost Hotel which was the closest to the school.
I made sure not to put my seatbelt on because like hell was I going through that again.
Entering the hotel I noticed it was kind of dingy, but it's not like it mattered.
Checking in at the front desk I trudged to the elevator-lucky that they had one- and swiped my card into room 116.
Throwing my suitcase against the wall I fell into bed.
Rolling over I checked my notifications seeing none I plugged it up on charge and went back to sleep.