Damian walked down the old abandoned hallway of his school, turning to face some of the posters that have been so poorly treated. They were crumbled up and torn around the edges, some of them had fallen to the dirt floor. Damian was late again for the tenth time this year, for the fact he lived 45 minutes away, and was fully prepared to get yet another detention. He lazily turned the door knob to his first period class.
The teacher, Mr. Cameron, was yet again not talking about the reading assignment but instead talking about his wife and how they met. "So nice of you to join us Damian," Mr. Cameron started. "Why don't you take your seat?" The rude teacher glared at him as he walked down the center of the classroom. Damian took his usual seat in the back and Mr. Cameron told the class about the essay due at the end of next week.
About 30 minutes later the bell rung and everyone flooded the hall ways. Damian arose from his seat, picked up his bag, and left the class only to join the swarm of people rushing about. His green eyes darted around looking at everyone. His blue hair perfectly styled into a fauxhawk stayed still as he was shoved into the lockers by a guy strategy beautiful green eyes. Damian shook this thought off because guys aren't beautiful. "Move it bitch." The guy said then disappeared into the crowd as if he was never there to start with.
Time had past and it was lunch time. As usual he sat down by himself outside where no one else went. Damian could not stop thinking about the guy in the hall way. Who was he? Does he even go here? And who the hell does he think he is? Talking to ME like that. Damian thought as he quickly ate his lunch. The end of lunch bell rang and he threw away his trash. After that he scurried away to his class at the other end of the old run downs building.
Once again poor Damian got caught in the swarm of people rushing about. Getting carried like he was stuck in never ending rapids in a river. He finally got to his math class and sat in the back. Right before the bell rung the guy that he has not stopped thinking about sits down next to him. The guy lazily slouched in his chair glaring at everyone. "This class is shit…"
Not knowing if he wanted a response Damian said, "Got that right, it's so stupid."
"I'm Harry by the way. Who are you?"
"I'm Damian." Harry nodded his head and then the bell rung. Damian's heart felt funny but knowing him he shrugged the feeling off and class began. The whole time Damian caught glances of Harry.
The day had came and gone just like that. Just like that something happened that no one saw.