3 Years til Prom…
First year at Bridgeport High, oh how lovely. Moving to a new town because no one wanted my ass, and I was dropped on my Aunt and Uncle's house. There weren't the nicest people on the Earth, but after my mother's death, I didn't really care so much anymore.
As I opened the front door to the school, most eyes in the hallway turned to me…of course. I was pretty hard to miss, dressed in a dark blue short sleeve shirt with a long sleeve under shirt, with light ripped blue jeans and skater shoes. Must of these kids dress preppy…Yay!…NOT! And my hair! It was cut at an angle so the front reached my chest and the back was at the top of the back of my neck, Platinum blonde with black and one red highlights throw it. Bright blue eyes that can knock any one down in one glare.
I walked till I saw a sign telling me this was the office. With books in hand, I walked in and man was it a zoo. People go every damn direction ad phones rings off the hook. I walked up to the front desk and slammed my books down causing the whole office to look at me.
"Hi, I'm new here and I would like to see what classes I have…please?"
The woman at the front desk gave me an ugly look and looked at her computer.
"Name?" she asked in a scratchy old voice.
"Sorry, how rude of me." I rolled my eyes at her, "My name is Moxie Rhodes. Sophomore!"
She looked at her computer again then opened some files and handed me a piece of paper. I picked up my books and left the office and everyone, as soon as I left, went back to what they were doing. The halls were empty, so the bell rang or something when I was in that damn office. I took one look at the piece of paper and was in hopeless. I walked along looking at the paper, till I bumped face first into someone, throwing the books and paper out of my hands.
I landed on my back and hit my head off the floor. Damn, did that hurt. Papers were flying in the air were now landing all over the narrow hallway. I gripped the back of my head and round over to my side.
"Damn, if it hurts like hell now, I hate to live to feel it in the morning…" I quoted myself and sat up, still with hand to head.
"Are you okay?" I heard a man nearly yelled and I looked up to meet this person in the eyes. I felt something in me snap as I looked into his brown eyes. I could have sworn I seen the same snap in him. He had kind of long hair, for a person, and was as black and darkness itself. He was dressed nicely so that means…teacher. "Are you okay?" he repeated.
"Ya, I'm good. Killed a few 100 brain cells, but hey 10,000 more to go before full memory lost" I laughed at my own corny joke and he snickered. I started picking up my things and his. I noticed him picking up my current book of the month theme. Hannibal. I finished picking up the papers and we both stood up and switches book for papers.
"You into Thomas Harris?"
"No, just Hannibal Lecter." we started walking down the hall, and I had no clue where we were going, then I remembered. "MY PAPER! It's mixed in yours!" We stopped and he looked threw and give my mine, but not before getting a look.
"You have Mr. Fenton first and last period?"
I looked at the paper, "Guess so. You know him?"
"Ya, I'll take you to his classroom."
We walked til we got to a science classroom. He opened the door for me and I walked in as he followed shouting the door behind him. "Welcome to Advance Chemical. I'm your new teacher." he turned around and wrote his name on the board. "Mr. Richard Fenton, but you all can call me Mr. Fenton."
OMG! He was the teacher! I'm boned -_-;
He placed me in front of some girl named Donna in the far left counter, closest spot to his desk. Then he started on making everyone go around the room state there name and three things about them, but I wasn't really paying attention and the girl beside me pointed me in the ribs. I turned around to see a figure in front of me and looked to see a smiling Mr. Fenton looking down at me. Then he…pocked me in the forehead?
"I know chemistry can be bored, but please try to at least look like your paying attention, even just a little." he removed his finger. "Now, it's your turn. Stand and tell us your name and five things about yourself for not paying attention."
I stood up and turned to see everyone looking at me. Some were laughing and pointing, some were giving me ugly looks, and some…were just some.
"My name is Moxie Rhodes. 1. I'm new. 2. Talk to me, more or less(depending on who you are) I'll hurt you, physically, emotionally or my favorite, mentally. 3. I'm bored easily. 4. I hate life. And five. I'm better than all of you." I smirked then sat back down, looking out the window and Mr. Fenton gave me and weird look…like all the others.
"EMO!" a boy shouted in the back and everyone started laughing. Like I care.
"DETENITION MAT!" I heard Mr. Fenton yelled pointing at him and looked around the room. It was so quiet, the blood-rushing throw my body was sounding like an elephant in a room filled with mice right now. "Anybody likes to join him?" he said calmly. No one moved. "Good. Now let's get on with first going over what you know about the periodic table."
After that, no one talked for the rest of the period. As soon as class was over and they were out in the hall, everyone looked at me and pointed but like my mother always said, 'we never start a fight, but we shall damn hell finish them'. It was the last period of the day and I had Mr. Fenton for study hall. I was one of seven students that had him for study hall. All six left to go do other things, so I was the only one in there…with him…reading Hannibal. I was on page 233, when I started and only got halfway down the page, when someone appeared in front of me. Mr. Fenton.
He smiled and pulled up a chair in front of my desk and sat down. We looked at one another for five minutes till he was the first to speak.
"Moxie, I'm sorry for what happened in class earlier. You shouldn't have been called that."
"It's cool Mr. Fenton. I've heard worst," I looked back down at my book, "called me worst."
"Why call yourself names?"
I looked up at him. "I want too."
He looked down at my book. "You said you like Hannibal Lecter. It has been a few years since I read it, but wasn't he a cannibal?"
At this, I placed down my book, and looked him stare in the face. "Hannibal Lecter was Fiction, but he seemed like a genius. He had this smooth and rough way in which he handle life. I do not think he was insane, mad or crazy." I leaned closer to him. "I believe we all see the world differently and we all see the rules of wrong and right differently also. In his eyes, he did it for reasons, whether it was revenge or out of pure habit and the thrill it gives."
I leaned back and picked up my book and started to read again. He stared at me for a few minute, before the ending school day bell.
"Later Mr. Fenton." I got up and walked out the classroom door and walked home, 3-mile walk.
After about an hour, I was looking for the stupid key my aunt said was under the potted plant, but wasn't! I figure the next best thing was to break into my room/library. I had a large room and one half had over 30 shelves of books, one or two shelves were of manga books. Hey even I need a break ever now and again. I had a bed and some posters on the walls, but books were just everywhere.
I had a vine stock that went to my window, when I was at the window trying to open it when I heard my neighbor's car pull in. but what I then heard was a door being thrown opened and running.
"MOXIE!!!" I looked down to see Mr. Fenton. What the h-was he stalking me or something.
"Yes?" I called down to him.
"What the hell are you doing up there?"
"Jumping!" I yelled down then laughed, but he didn't look like it was that funny. "Never mind that comment! My aunt told me there was a key under that damn plant, but there's not so I'm breaking into my room/library!"
"I have the key!"
"WHAT?" I yelled looking down at him, "WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU HAVE THE KEY!?!"
"Your aunt and uncle once went on vacation and they asked me to water the plants."
"Too late!" I popped opened my window and crawled in, but I kicked the window frame and the window shut down on me. "AHHHHHHHHHHH! HELP!" I yelled trying to push the window up, but it was stuck. I heard running coming up the stairs and doors opening til I saw a panting Mr. Fenton. He walked over to me and helped pull the window up.
"Suck it in Moxie!" he said.
"Damn it!" I yelled trying to pull my bottom half inside. "The one time I'm ashamed of my ass!"
He snickered and pushed harder til the damn window flow up and I flow out and landed on Mr. Fenton.