I walk over to the ever gIowing line, waiting my turn to grab lunch. At first i wanted a sandwich but after seeing their sad soggy excuse of a sandwich, I quickly adjust my plan, and end up sticking with just an apple.
You know earlier I said maybe this wouldn't be so bad? Boy was I wrong. 'Make friends? maybe this won't be so bad? What kind of hopeful mumbo jumbo was I going on about!?' That's all I thought when some Cynanthrope trying to look like one of the "cool kids" bumps into me spilling his rice pudding all over my dark-blue hoodie. I remember seeing this guy laughing with his group of friends, pointing to his tray, then to me. Did they think they were subtle? Who knows.
This guy then dramatically falls onto the floor, as if he was hit by a train going 50 MPH. And I watch in a mix of indifference, and amusement as he starts crying– or at least he tries to, but he sucks at acting, so he can't really cry.
He wails as everyone looks from the guy on the floor, with tears in his eyes, then to me. He looks at me. And by some miracle, the kid manages to make some of his crocodile tears fall down his face. "You're not even going to apologize?" He sniffs loudly. i Inwardly sigh. 'better get this over with' I monotonously say "Sorry" before reaching out to help. But he slaps my hand away before I can help him up. "don't touch me!" He half crawls, half slides away from me "You freak!" His tears seemed to have magically disappeared, his eyes now looking at my hands- or more specifically the scales on my hands- with a outer mask of anger, and disgust. but behind that, you can see fear.
Before I can replay, the bell rings signaling that lunch is over, and class would start soon. I silently groan, as everyone begins to leave the cafeteria. I grab a forgotten napkin off one of the tables and proceed to clean my hoodie.
My hoodie now adorns a slightly discolored patch near the bottom seam "It's seen better days" I think out loud while throwing the dirty napkin in the trash.
the now empty halls echo with each step I take. My slightly to big jeans cover the top of my fathers army boots. 'Thankfully no pudding got on them' I shivered just thinking about the beating I would obtain if my 'father' learned that rice pudding got dumped on his old boots.
by the time I made it to class, i've almost choked on my apple 3 times, trying to finish it time. 'glad I at least have something to keep me going' I throw the core away, before walking into the changing room.
After changing into my PE clothes I head outside to the track. The coach was there getting everyone in line arranged by hight. I stay back for a moment to see where I should stand. I eventually walk to the taller end and take my place at 4th. The coach walks ahead of the line to see if we're in the right spots, he looks at me. "Hey sorry to crush your dreams kid, but you're a bit to short to be in that spot." He looks around before pointing to the 10th place. "Why don't you go there" I barely keep myself from sighing in exasperation. I unfurl my hunched shoulders, and straighten my neck. My 6'0 stature a full two heads higher then the shortest person here.
The coaches eyes widen, before he looks both amused, and annoyed. "well why didn't you do that sooner?" I merely shrug my shoulders as if even I don't know the answer. He frowns for a second, before it literally goes upside down, and he's smiling.
"now! I'm your new PE teacher Ren Jakins." he beams at us. "Now today we're doing laps." and I swear I see the devil.
I was right, He really is the devil. He made us run 15 laps in both directions, with only a 5 minute water break before changing directions. And even for me- an avid runner- that was not fun. But I guess running through the woods, is more fun then running in a circle– or oval.. Whatever, you get the point. I walk out of the changing room, my face covered in a sheen of sweat.
With my backpack in hand, and my first school day completed, I walk towards the exit. 'Alex isn't here yet, and I didn't see him at PE' and just as I finished that thought, as if summoned, Alex appears next to me. "Hey! Sorry I am late my friend had to talk to me" I nod my head in understanding.
He looks at me a little confused, and I realize its because I'm almost as tall as him, now that I'm not slouching anymore. "Did you grow while I was away or somethin?" He asks acting dumbfounded, i chuckle quietly, my eyes shining a bright golden color before settling down. "I don't think so. I'm pretty sure you just shrunk" I swear his reaction is priceless. He looks at me devastated, his hand reaches up to clench the top of his shirt, as if his heart if breaking. "are you insinuating I'm short..?" His eyes fill with tears, and he turns away from me.
I suddenly find myself panicking, thinking I went to far, and actually hurt his feelings. My hand reaches out, and gently touches his shoulder. "hey.." He starts shaking, and i urgently search my brain for words to comfort him. "you know you're still taller then me" I try saying in a cheerful tone, in hopes of getting him to stop crying. I gently turn him around, fully expecting to see a face full of tears. But instead, what greets me is his grinning face. And I guess my face must have been comical, because he starts laughing, and when he looks at me again, he starts laughing even more then before, and I guess he laughed a little too hard, because he starts coughing.
After he settles down, he looks back up at me. My lower lip juts out in a pout. And I swear I see his eyes shine brightly when he glances at my lips. But it happened so quickly I'm not sure if I just imagined it or not. He locks his eyes with mine. "Sorry about that.. But its to easy to mess with you! You should have seen your face! I couldn't stop myself from laughing, even if I wanted to." He stats matter of factly, his lips stretching into a smile. "Well don't do that again. I thought i actually hurt your feelings.." I mumble while walking out of the school doors
Alex and I walk to the gate before saying goodbye. I start walking home, while he stays there, apparently his dad is picking him up. 'Wish I had a dad like that..'
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