Chapter 1: The Collision
I entered the large high school with much less courage and hope than I anticipated. Everyone looked angry, displeased with being there. Although it was a new life for me having recently moved away from shady Michigan, it felt like it was all the same. What would I do now? I'm new, I'm 16, and I have no clue what to do with my life. Despite my looks, which most people described as mildly angelic, I felt like I belonged in hell based off of what I liked. I could never be described as your average Joe. I was always different and, well... insecure. Like many people I am scared of what people may think of me. However, it's in my nature to be respectful and submissive to everyone.
People here are different from Michigan, they look desperate, ungrateful for what they have. Many of them look half retarded, with their bent hats and steel toed boots. They try to appear tough, dirty, as if they've been working at a car shop for days without cleaning up. The rest of the student body tried to dress normally, usually with a cap on that is turned backwards. The basic "rebellion fashion" you would see attempted by modern day teens.
The morning brought about a few minutes of mingling in the lobby of the school, becoming anxiety ridden at the number of people moving around in this one area. It made one feel as if they were drowning in sound, because that's exactly what it was. It's the first day of school, meaning I would need to find some friends, but knowing me, there was no telling where I would stand in the socialization pyramid.
I climbed stairs to get to my destination, my first class, Geometry. I waded the hallways slowly, still submerged in that ocean of sound and movement, looking at my schedule with multiple fold marks. Worry creasing the paper like it had started to do to my forehead. The paper stated that room 200 was where I would need to go. I walked a bit faster looking at all the people around me trying to find their classes just like me.
At least we all have in one thing in common, the uncertainty of a first day. I studied my environment, something that comes natural to me, and saw a lot of older people. Upon reaching the room, I looked back down. My schedule in my hands, I studied it carefully, trying not to make any eye contact with anyone. It was then that we collided. Seriously, I must have been walking pretty fast. The impact itself cause me to loose wind. The force I struck him at forced his passbook to fall down onto the ground.
"S.. Sorry" I said as we both bent down to retrieve the passbook, awkwardly touching each others hand for what seemed like eternity. I let go of the passbook, not even looking at the taller kid.
"I'm so stupid.." I whispered quietly to myself walking away awkwardly trying to find a seat that wasn't taken. I quickly found a seat near the middle of the classroom. I turned to see my previous point of impact turn around to continue what he was doing before we met head-on. I managed to lose part of my soul to his life taking eyes, broad facial features, and muscular body.
What I was feeling, I hadn't felt it in a long, long time.