Hai guys. This is my first real fanfic...It's really depressing, the lack of Variant fics..but I guess there's a first time for everything. Please review if you can! It means a TON. Good and bad! Here goes.
Oh, God. Another one.
Why does everyone think it's a big deal when someone else arrives at Maxfield? Who cares, anyway? Everyone else has bolted to the main floor to see the poor soul arrive. Me? I'm just over here writing, as always.
"Are you coming, P?"
I signed "No.", gave the small group of 'friends' a fake smile, and waved them away. I needed some time to think. As if that's not already what I do 24/7. There's not much else to do. Since I've been here for so long, Maxfield doesn't care whether I go to classes anymore. I've been here since I was eleven. Based on the weather, I'd say it's about September-ish. Or late August. Not sure. There aren't any calendars anymore. They're unnecessary. The sense of not knowing what day it is used to definitely freak me out. But I've stopped caring. Hey, it's not like I have anywhere to be anyway. I've been going along with what the school says for five, almost six years, if my calculations are correct.
Glancing out the window, I notice the new kid nervously walking in, trying to look at everything at once and trying to keep up with everything everyone's telling him. It's the same for everyone. Everyone wants new kids to join their gang. That's why everyone went down so suddenly. Partly because they're curious, and partly so they can advertise whatever gang they want the new kid to be a part of. Even though it seems like I don't care about anyone in particular, I don't want a newbie to make the wrong decision. I flip my notebook open to the next new page and quickly scrawl the letter 'V' and the word 'good'. He might not understand what it means right off, but maybe he'll remember what I'm trying to tell him. I scramble up from my seat and walk over to the window, positioning the notebook where he can see it. After a moment, his light eyes catch mine. I point to the notebook, and give him a thumbs up, trying to show him the right decision. After a moment, he walks inside, never to leave. Just like the rest of us did.
Before looking away, I catch a glimpse of two of the more rebellious teens trying yet again to jump over the fence. I roll my eyes inwardly and look away. When will they ever learn?