This story will contain very mature content. There will be sex, abuse, fighting, etc. Viewer discretion is advised. You have been warned.

Jim pushed his overbearing mother away as she tried giving him a kiss goodbye in the car.
"Stop it, mom."
"What? I can't give my son a kiss goodbye?"
Jim clutched his book bag, getting ready to leave. "No. Not in front of everyone. That's embarrassing."
His mother, Sarah, smiled. "You're adorable."
Jim groaned. "Stop it."
Sarah laughed. "Okay, okay."
"I'll see you at 3:30. Bye." Jim opened the door and closed it just as quickly. His mother drove off and he was left to fend for himself in this hell called high school. After his father left, Jim had been to three different schools. This made it number four. It was hard making friends, and when he finally did make one he was gone again.

As he walked through the front doors he made his way to find the office. Normally Jim and his mom did this together either after school hours or on a Saturday, but his mom was busy with the new job she picked up and was hardly ever home now. This was his first time going it alone.
Eventually he found the office but not without making it through a crowded hall full of kids. When he opened the door he was met with vanilla aroma and saw that the smell was coming from a candle. No one was in the office so he took a seat and decided to wait. It was not until after the first bell rang did the principle walk in.
Surprised to see a new face sitting in his office he smiled at Jim nonetheless. "Good morning." Said the principle.
Jim gave him an awkward smile.
The principle continued. "You must be Jim Hawkins. Your mother called earlier this morning and informed me. Welcome." When Jim stayed silent the principle cleared his throat and pulled some papers out from one of his drawers. He handed them to Jim. "That stack of papers tells you what classes you have and where they will be. Also, in that packet, are the school guidelines and regulations, rules, etc. I imagine when you get to your classes your teachers will tell you what you need." He stood up then. "Now, I'll take you to your first class. Follow me."
Jim stuffed the papers in his book bag, all except the paper with his classes. That one he folded and placed in the pocket of his jeans. When he reached his first class he read the sign painted in black on the door: English. At least it was an easy first class.
When the door opened the teacher standing in front of the class stopped talking.
"He's all yours." Said the principle, and he left.
The female teacher introduced herself as Mrs. Harper and asked if Jim wanted to introduce himself to the class. Jim shook his head. "Take a seat over there, please." She said and continued with her lecture.

Throughout the day Jim had little difficulty finding his way to his classes. The paper had a well drawn out map that guided him. When lunch came around his stomach was grumbling. He reached for the five dollars his mom had given him and paid for his lunch, getting some change back in return.
Once he found a place to sit, mildly trying to start a conversation with a group of kids, he decided not to engage and ate his food in silence. He wasn't ready make friends yet.
Just when lunch was about over a girl made her way over to him. He didn't notice her at first; he was too busy eating his burrito.
"Excuse me," she said.
Jim finally looked up, seeing a girl with Asian and white-American attributes. He was a bit confused. Is this girl talking to me, he thought. Jim looked around him but saw that the girl was indeed talking to him and only him. "Yeah?" He finally said.
She handed him an orange piece of paper: a flyer. "The school is looking for people to donate blood. You can sign up on this piece paper and give it to any one of your teachers."
Jim read the requirements on the paper and then handed it back to the girl. "No, sorry. Maybe some other time."
The girl didn't seem disappointed. Jim probably wasn't the first to say no to her. "That's okay," she told him. "But you should keep it just in case you change your mind." She left the paper on the table next to Jim. "By the way, my name is Alison. I haven't seen you around. Is this your first day?"
Jim nodded. "Yeah."
The girl looked shy all of a sudden. "And what's your name?" She asked.
A lump was caught in Jim's throat. A girl had never shown so much interest in him before so quickly. He wasn't used it, although he wasn't sure he was all against it either. "My name is James, but everyone calls me Jim."
Alison nodded once, holding the stack of papers close to her chest now. "Welcome to Newman High school, Jim." The bell rang right at the moment and Alison said goodbye, running off to catch her next class in time.

By the end of the day Jim had his fair share of text books. He didn't feel like hauling them all home with him, so he promptly made his way to his locker. Fortunately he found it without too much trouble. But as luck would have it he fumbled around with the lock, dropping his books.
"Hey, watch it!" Said one kid as he closed his locker, getting ready to leave.
Jim paid him no attention though and managed to open his locker. By this time the hall was empty. Everyone had gone home. He grumbled under his breath while his put books away. He was tired and still hungry and tomorrow would probably be the same. As he closed his locker door and turned around he was met by a group of four boys. Oh no, he thought. So it begins.
"We saw you talking to Alison Stone at lunch. Want to tell us what that was all about?" Said the tallest of the group. He stood just a few inches taller than Jim.
"I have no idea what you're talking about." Said Jim.
The tall brute pushed Jim into his locker. "You were flirting with her. I saw her smiling." He got close to Jim's face. "If you think you'll be the first to get in to her pants, you're wrong." Jim rolled his eyes but this only angered the bully even more and it resulted in him getting punched in the gut. Jim hunched over, shielding his stomach now. He coughed. The bully leaned down and whispered into Jim's ear. "Just because you're new doesn't give you the right to have any pick of girls."
"Oh hey, there you are, Jim!" Said a voice from down the hall.
The bully, his friends, and Jim all looked up to see who it was. Alison was making her way over to them. Jim wanted to tell her to leave, this guy was a creep, but he remained silent.
"I've been looking for you." She said. "I'm so glad you decided to donate blood." Jim gave her a confused look. He never agreed to such a thing, and then it accrued to him that this was just a diversion, a way to get him out of trouble. Alison grabbed his hand. "The principle wants to personally thank you." She lied and pulled him along.

Just before turning the corner Jim looked behind and saw a none too happy bully glaring at him. I'm going to pay for this moment, thought Jim.
When the two were far away from the group of bullies Alison let go if his hand.
"Don't let Brandon bother you. He's a bully to everyone. Even the teachers know this."
"Why don't they do anything about it?" Jim asked her.
Alison sighed. "Because Brandon's parents are made of money."
Of course, thought Jim. "Great," he said as he winced in pain.
"He hit you pretty hard huh?" She said.
Jim nodded.
"I'm sorry."
Jim didn't understand. "Why are you apologizing? You didn't do anything wrong."
Alison placed her hands behind her and looked at her feet. "I know, but I'm still sorry." Jim was going to say more to her but her phone rang and she read the text. "I have to go now. My dad is here. Ill see you tomorrow." She waved him goodbye and Jim watched her disappear as she made her way down the hall and through the front doors.
"See you tomorrow..." He said quietly to himself.