*First Kames story! Hope you enjoy :)
*James's POV*
Last year I moved from La Jolla, California to Buffalo, New York. This is my first year teaching at McKinley High School. It's been good so far. I'm kind of upset that I only have two actual classes to teach. I teach English for juniors. The other 5 periods of the day, I am a study hall advisor. The principle was kind of shocked that I'm only 25 and have been teaching since I was 21. So far the only actual homework my students have got is journaling. I had them create online accounts on a website. They have to create a post every day that we have school. I let them use fake names, just to give them more creative freedom. They all have me as a friend on there. I will read threw the posts everyday and mark down the usernames of the people that write. At the end of the year I will have them tell me what there usernames are. Just so I can't go back and read everything I will have them block me as a contact before telling me their usernames. Then I will grade them as a final project. I am reading threw the first assignment. I had them just write about whatever they wanted. Most of the posts are boring but there is one that has me very interested.
Dear diary,
It sounds so strange to say dear diary but I'm not sure how else to address this post. I'm sure no one will actually read any of my stuff, besides my teacher. I still decided to make this public. Our first assignment can be about whatever so I think I'll use it to just rant a little. Yesterday I finally finished unpacking my stuff. My mom thought it was a great idea to get a new job and move...again. We have been going from town to town since I was 3. I've never lived in a place for more than a year. My mom usually doesn't like to move me during the school year, though. We moved 6 times over the summer. My mom finally decided on Buffalo, New York. It's one of the few places in New York that we haven't lived. I hate our small apartment and loud neighbors. I try and spend most of my time at the library down the street. My dad loves our new place. He usually loves any place we live. He and my mom got a divorce right after I was born. He still lives with us though. It's really strange but he thought that moving out would devastate my brothers and I. Trust me, it wouldn't. My older brothers are both living far away from here. They are both graduated and living successful lives. My dad hasn't kept a job for more than a week his whole life. He is your average alcoholic. I'm sure both of these are the real reasons he won't move out.
Its only about 2 weeks into school and it's been a nightmare. My mom claims that we are staying here for good. She wants my last two years of high school to be "special". Personally, I hope we move again. I have never been that great at making friends or keeping them. Most schools that I have gone to, I had only 1 or 2 friends. They'd never even stay in touch or care after I left. Most people stay away from me. Or at least they do when they realize I'm gay. I was hoping that since I'll be at a big school, I'll at least make SOME friends. I was right. I did. I have made two friends, Logan and Carlos. They are pretty popular guys but none of their other friends really like me. They immediately became friends with me and a few of the other new students. My schedule is pretty decent too. I definitely like Mr. Maslow's class the best and I'm not just saying that because he is going to be reading this. He is a new teacher so we can kind of relate. My other teachers are all kind of terrible. Mrs. Jones is way too depressed and grouchy. Mr. Tremmer's accent is too hard to understand. Ms. Sue is a total flirt with the male students (she's like 40 and still single). Mrs. Lowes talks too quiet. Mr. Bradford smells like old cheese and thinks my name is Louis. But Mr. Maslow…he is always nice to me. He smells good and I must say for a teacher he's kind of hot. I love having him for 6th and 7th period. Study hall and English are definitely better with him. If he wouldn't have moved here, we would have had Mrs. Leno (the Spanish and speech teacher). Well...I guess that's about it. My dad keeps yelling at me to get downstairs. I'm assuming he's drunk...again. *sigh*
-K (the lost boy)
I was shocked when I read my name. Most of the other students liked me but this just seemed different. I felt like I could really relate to him. I had always had issues with making friends. I never moved when I was growing up but I transferred schools constantly during middle and high school because of bullying. At one point I even had to drive two hours to get to school and back. I was dying to know who this mystery guy was. I really hope that after a few more post, I'll have enough info to figure it out.
I know its short but I didn't want to write any more until I knew what I was going to do with the story. Hope you liked it! :) I promise the next chapter will be better and longer.
