Sorry if there are some mistakes. This is my first fanfic so be nice! I do not own anything.
If you told me one month ago that my parents were going to get a divorce, then i would say "bullshit". But no here we are, getting into our new house in a bigger city far away from my mother. My brother and I both decided that we wanted to live with our dad. My mother was a witch to us and i never felt any kind of love coming from her, I can't even remember the last time she gave me a hug. For us it was easy, but my dad was not having a good time. He always told me that he was in love with my mother and when they starte dating she was such a sweet lady but when they got married everything changed, he says he does not remember what happened to make my mother one of the worst mother in the whole world. I know he did everything to keep everything good with my mother but he got tired of all the things my mother would say to him and my brothers, because in my case i would take the hits instead of the words.I still got bruises that i never knew how i earned them.
But here we are. Far away from my mother in a new city were we can start all over. The house was pretty big for us 3 but i liked it so far. We got by the house like four in the morning. Everyone picked rooms and we moved our things in, it would take some days to put every single thing on it's place but we had no rush.
"So here we are" My father said putting a box on the floor of the kitchen, while my brother and I were eating cereal. He looked really happy that we decided to move in with him. For me it was an easy question he was a great father .
"So… I'm gonna take a nap and then I'm going to move my things in" My brother said finishing his cereal.
"No young boy, you are going to school, both of you are in fact." My father says as he points my brother and I with my finger. We both knew that we had school today no matter wath but my brother was not going to give up so easy.
"Well I tried" he says as we both smile to our father.
After i take a shower my brother and I are in his car on our way to school. I won't lie i was a little nervous. The idea of a new school was not something i found pleasent. I don't have many friends back home so this was a new chance for me to get some this year.
"I heard this school has pretty nice chick" My brother says as he turns on the radio. Sky Ferreira is on and is one of my favourite songs. "You are gonna try to get one?" My brother asks me whit a smile on his face.
"Really Rye?" I laugh at him. "I hope there is at least a cute guy on one of my classes" I say turning up the volume of the radio.
"I tought we said new start…But if you don't want to better for me, more ladies i can get for myself"
"All for you bro." I say giving him a punch on his shoulder. My brother found out I was gay long ago and he never had a problem with it. I guess I'm lucky on that way.
I say bye to my brother and i get into the school, as i expected there are a lot of people inside even more than the school back at home. I try to find my locker but this school is so big that i get lost in five minutes. It takes me another ten to find it and when i get to it I have trouble on openning the damn thing.
"Need any help?" I hear someone say over my shoulder. I turn myself to fin a girl with red hair smiling to me. "You know, I had the same locker last year. Here's the thing you have to give it a hit over… here" She says and in a second my new locker is open.
"Thank you. You pretty much save my day." I say smiling at her. "I'm Peeta and as you can tell I'm new."
"Nice to meet you I'm Claire but everyone here calls me fox face" And when i think it she does look like a fox with that bright red hair.
After a few minutes of talk we end up fining out we have a lot of classes together. "We have maths together now in a few minutes wanna sit near me so we can talk a bit more?" She says with a big white smile. How the hell she keeps her teeth so bright?
"Yeah sure let's go" We take a few steps to our classroom but then i realise i forgot my book inside the locker. "Wait! I forgot my book. You go ahead and i will catch up with you!." I say as I start to run to my locker. Once I'm there I take my book and run to my classroom.
Next thing I know is that the bell rings and when i tunr left on the corner i get hit by something big and i fall to the ground with my eyes closed, I hear someone fall to the groun too just in front of me. I take my hand to my head and I open my eyes to find another guy on the floor too.
"I'm so sorry" I say as i get on my feet again. I pick up my books from the floor and now the other person stands next to me. He is a tall guy, blonde hair, but not like mine, he has light blonde hair and you could tell he was the type of guy who worked out, big arms and legs.
"Watch where you walk you little piece of …" He stops and looks directly to my eyes. Now this is weird i think to myself. "You could have hurt me baddly" He says as he picks up his books.
"I'm sorry but we both have the fault". I say as i touch my head again. "We both were running…"
"You are new so you have the fault for this."
"Wait… What?!" I was about to snap so bad on him. "First how do you know I'm new? And even if I am it does not make any sense." I yell at him but he just looks above my head with a face of fear.
"Oh fuck" He says and I turn around to find a lady with white hair and a pink costume looking at us.
"Why do I feel we are in trouble?" I say touching my hea d once again.
"Yes young boy you are indeed" She says. "Both of you detention right now with me"
We walk behind her as she leads us to detention. How on earth I ended up in detention on my first day? We enter a room and both off us take a seat.
"Now young boys I want you to writte three hundred times "I would not run on the school halls again and i would not miss a class in my entire life ever again." She gives us paper and pens for us to write. "I would be back at the end of the period and i hope to see those lines written." She says as she gets out of the room
"This is your fault!" I hear he says to me once again. I take my pen on my hand and start to writte. I take my other hand on my head for the third time and bite my lip because i knew this was going to be a long day.