"CRAP IM GUNNA BE LATE!" I said tumbling through the halls of Ohu High school. I dropped a book in my rush and had to retrieve it.
Today has been my worst day ever, I just moved to Futago last week, my foster home got me into one of those fancy schools...with dorms and such. I guess they were all tired of taking care of me. I no longer had a mother or father, in fact... I never had a father even when he was with me... he was brutal and beat me, my brothers and my mother. She sent us away to an orphanage saying it would be "safer" she was found dead beaten to death... the police arrested my father. Bastard deserved it.
I ran through the halls until I got to a class with students flooding in, class 113, I made it. I walked in casually with the other students though my hair was probably a mess.
Everyone was staring at me, and I wished i could just dissipate. Questioning eyes followed me to my seat which was chosen by me at random. I know they weren't staring at me because I was new... though that was a factor, i had five scars on my face thanks to my father, one went from the left side of my forehead to my right cheek, one came up from the right side of my face but i covered it up with my hair, two were on my left cheek vertically, then the last one connected the two diagonally.
I looked around the room then to the person sitting by me, he was a small boy, about my age I was guessing. He had short blue hair and was wearing his school uniform in a similar fashion as me, open jacket, arm band around his left arm.
He looked at me curiously then spoke, "Hi! Welcome to Ohu High!" He smiled, this boy was nothing like me. I kept to myself a lot and had trouble accepting people...
I slowly responded searching him by his expression, "Hi..." He blinked and his expression changed to an expanding look, he wanted to challenge me to open my thoughts to him.
He replied, "So whats your name new kid? Or do you just want to be 'new kid'" His burning blue eyes met my gray ones, prodding my thoughts.
"Kyoushiro..." I said coolly. He didn't remove his glare.
He replied smartly, "Dose Kyoushiro have a last name?"
I huffed, "Maybe, but first whats your name smart ass."
He didn't seem to care about my language use. He put his elbows on his metal desk and put his hands together, "Its Weed, Weed Torage, my father Gin owns this school." He smiled lightly, revealing to me a joking attitude, I decided to loosen up.
"Interesting." I spoke in a cool tone, thats all I would let the boy access in my thoughts. He let on to this and quit tiring to understand me.
The teacher spoke now that the class was settled, "Kyoushiro I see you've made yourself comfortable." The teacher spoke in such a soft, welcoming tone. She had soft white hair, not from age, and her eyes were a creamy brown.
She spoke with that beautiful chime in her light voice, "I'm Sakura, I like all my students to call me by my first name." She sweetly smiled at me. I just looked at her coolly, as I said I'm not the one to show emotion... unless its something appearing tough in nature.
I spoke it my low keyed voice, "Thank you for your warm welcome." I raised my hand in a gesture for understanding her motives. She smiled with those light brown eyes staring in to my dull ones.
She turned away and started to conduct her class. I stared at the wall in sheer boredom. I inspected every section of the class until I was comfortable, then I proceeded to count tiles on the floor of the class room. Weed stared at me and then started to join me until Sakura-Sensei glared at us both. After her glances toward us died down I started fiddling with my arm band and inspecting my uniform, I had a small inner debated over if it was blue or silver. Weed was doodling in his note book, wow he seemed like such a Mr. Perfect scenario.
After several minutes, I leaded slightly towards him to see what he was drawing. It was a picture of several people standing by a sign that appeared to be the Ohu High one in front of the school. The people in the picture appeared to be, him... another shady looking guy, a girl wearing the school uniform which was a miniskirt to my advantage, and... me.
I asked in a whisper, "Why am I in the picture?" He looked up from his concentration.
He said in a chuckle, "I'm drawing all my friends silly!" I looked at him confused. He already considered me his friend? Ive barely said ten sentences to the guy, what a stupid naive kid!
I said in a slow manner, "I'm your friend? Why, what do you know about me other that my name?"
He smiled and held his pencil up to his mouth and began to tap it on his head slowly.
He spoke in a nonresistant reply, "You interest me." He winked then turned his head back to his picture, leaving me at a stand still. I 'interest him'...? What kind of half ass response is that!
End of chapter 1