"ugh," I groaned as I re-soldered my to big backpack. "School." I looked up at my sixth school in just as many years. I thought back to a few of the others. Stuff like ghost sighting and skulls and stuff. 'I was haunted' one teacher had wrote in her yearly report. 'He is distracting and disrupting' was another way to describe it. I took a good look at myself in the schools too polished marble. Ratty shorts with brown paint splatters and a dark blue shirt.
Great. I would be sure to fit in. Yeah right. 'I mean please' I thought. Baggy shorts had gone out of style along with crew cuts, which I always had. And to top it off I was "The new guy" I would either be loved… or hated. And my track record suggested the latter. I shuddered to think what would happen here. A monster attack maybe? Well by monster I mean ghosts, demons etc. Wherever I went I was followed by them, I felt their presence all around me. Darkness clung to me and seemed to repel all outsiders. No one got close too close. Ever.
I sighed and went in to my new school, "Stevenson Middle/High School" the school read. "A great atmosphere for our great students."
The bell rang as I reached my first class. "Everybody meet Jerome Jennings." The teacher said. "I am Mr. Brunner. Please have a seat in the back next to Mr. Underwood. And welcome to 8th grade."
"yes sir." I mumbled "Oh and call me J.J." I said to the class.
"We'll call you what we want." Said a high pitched voice. Everyone started to chuckle. I stared at the wiry kid. He had shifty eyes and couldn't sit still. He was looking at me with a smirk. I stared at him. I had never lost a stare down, and as predicted he backed off with a look on his face like 'WHAT THE F!' I took my seat in the back next to "Mr. Underwood" "Hey." He said, "My name is Grover. What's up?"
"Nothing. And to give you advise… just stay away from me. I'm fine on my own." I was fuming and I didn't know why. It smelled old in the room, rustic, fowl. But the only way to really describe it is it smelled like death. "do you smell anything?" I asked Grover. He sniffed the air like an animal, nose up, like he really could smell something better that way. Suddenly Grover stiffened.
"Mr. Brunner!" Mr. Brunner looked annoyed but alert almost like he was going to jump out of his wheel chair.
"Yes?" he grunted
"I need to go home. I have really bad gas and my stomach is so upset I think I might poop in my pants." I was like TMI but he just grabbed my hand and pulled me up. "I think Jerome needs to help me to the nurse. I was so startled I just went with it. Grover ran through the halls… I'm sorry he more like galloped through the halls. I tried my best to keep up with him but it really was no use. He ran out the building and like an idiot, I followed him. We ran to the greyhound station and by the time I had the sanity to look around I realized all theses weird looking, well, things were grinning at me. "uh oh." Grover said almost crying, "not again."