So, this is just a short one shot. it's not really anything special as far as plotline goes, but i wrote it for my friend, and she liked it.
I'd kinda like to know what people think. and yes, i know its cheesy. but cheese is what all the cool kids talk about these days..
"And here's you schedule, Mr Winchester. A student guide should be along shortly to help you settle in and show you to your classes" the middle aged, kindly receptionist finished, handing over the necessary papers and information. Sam smiled politely and moved to the uncomfortable chairs to wait for his guide, like he had done so many times before.
This is the thirty--sixth school this year, and I doubt I'll even be here more then a month. I'm never gonna pass the eleventh grade at this rate.
As he started dispassionately at the peeling vinyl cover of the low couch opposite him, he thought to himself.
What should it matter? Every school's the same. They all have the overtly perky receptionists, the graffiti on the lockers, and the bars on the windows.
All the people are the same. The jocks, the preps, the outcasts, the intellectuals. Not one of them would ever help another human being. They never think outside of their own little bubbles.
"Mr Winchester?" the receptionist called.
He looked up and she continued. "The student assigned to show you around is running a bit late. Would you mind meeting them in the library? It's just down the hall." Without waiting for confirmation, she went back to her work, and ignoring him. Sam sighed, and followed her directions.
After ten minutes of aimlessly walking, he was lost. Sam stopped near a wall and looked at his surroundings. He was leaning against a wall, covered in colourful posters. Across from his person, was a row of lockers, banners advertising the home-game strung up above them.
Just like every other school.
Then, to his surprise, the "wall" he had been leaning on opened. Upon closer inspection, the wall was actually a door, and the posters covering it were advertising the library. Sam stumbled and fell, when he felt a small force run into him. He looked down, and lying across his chest was a girl.
"Oh, I'm sorry. Really, it's just, I've got to go show a new kid around, and I'm running late, oops, I rambling, sorry."
She hurriedly stood up, a fresh blush staining her cheeks.
"Need a hand?" she asked, offering hers. He took it without a thought, and she gave a surprisingly strong pull, jolting him to his feet. She dropped his hand, dusted herself off and studied him. "Say... You don't happen to be the new kid, do you? It's just, I've never seen you 'round here, and as one of the newspaper staff, I generally know everyone."
He gave a sheepish smile. "Yea. I'm Sam."
She smiled, and he felt something weird and warm squirm in his stomach.
"Well Hi, I'm steph."
He found something the other schools didn't have...
so, I've recently decided that i just don't have the attention span for any story loner then about 10 pages. so I'm pretty much gonna stick to one-shots till i fix this problem.