2The new kid in school

Ch-1

"Zexion" a soft voice called out to me. "Come to me Zexion.

"Mom?" I asked "Is that you?" I ran to the voice. It was the voice…The voice of the mother I knew before. Before it all happened. The voice I knew when I was younger. The voice of the mother I knew before she died. At least the part I love died.

I ran through the mist trying to catch her. She kept calling to me and I kept running. I couldn't get to her. Her voice moved farther away with every step I took. I can't get to her…I soon realized. I gave off a small cry. Suddenly the ground gave out on me..I was falling. The mist disappeared and I saw the ground.

Just as I hit I woke up. It was all a dream…I said sighing. In the room under me I could hear the clamor of pots and pans as my mom tried to find stuff for breakfast. I got up out of bed and grabbed my favorite black and blue striped shirt. I looked around and found my iPod by my bed. I left my room going downstairs.

When I walked in the kitchen mom was still rummaging through the cabinets and moving pots and pans around looking for food for breakfast.

"Hey mom" I said with a smile in an attempt to hide the hate that I hid inside for her. "How are you this morning."

She shrugged the question off and continued rummaging through the cabinets. I walked to one of the cabinets and grabbed a pop tart from above her head. I was just a few inches taller than her. She hated the fact of that.

"I'm going to be going shopping today. Need anything?" She looked back at me as I opened the pop tart.

I shrugged not thinking of anything and not wanting to say anything. If I don't say anything perhaps I can get out of the house without any problems.

As if she could read my mind she stood up straight walking over to me and slapped me right across my cheek bone. She left a deep red mark that was very easily seen.

I just took it though. I walked out of the kitchen and finished my pop tart in the living room.

You would think by now that she would've quit that. I mean its been over a year since I told her that I'm Gay. I mean she hates it every time I walk into the same room with her. It's as if she doesn't care anymore. She still thinks that it's not true even though it's obviously true. I thought to myself. She is overly religious. She gave me a speech about how it is against the so called "Heavenly Bible."She doesn't control my life. I am a 17 year old and she can't do anything to me about it.

Grabbing my stuff I walked out of the door and saw the bus turn around the corner. I made it out just in time. I thought to myself. I ran to get on the bus and cursed my short legs. Why must I be so short? I was the shortest person at my old school and more than likely I'll be the shortest here as well…I thought to myself.

I was the first person on the bus and so I decided to sit in the front of the bus so I wasn't noticed easily. We moved forwards slowly. When we made the next stop I got quite a surprise. They all dressed in loose pants and loose shirts. Only a few had on tight jeans such as mine.

One of the guys who were wearing tight jeans sat next to me. "Hi there, you must be new to the school. I haven't seen you around and you look new."

He continued on and I zoned out. I didn't care about him really. He was just a boy whom I don't know and more than likely will end up not even caring about. I just looked out of my window and stared at the surroundings.

We got to the school and I saw him get up quickly and rush off the bus. I had never seen anyone move so fast. I noticed one thing about him. He had a mullet of medium blonde to medium brown hair. I have to admit he did look kind of cute but hey doesn't matter.

Suddenly I felt a chill going throughout my body. I looked up and saw a man standing over me and he was staring at me.

"What are you doing on here?" He asked with a smirk on his face. "You need to get in the school." He grabbed my arm and pushed me off the bus.

He climbed off after me and I could've sworn he was following. However, when I looked back he was gone. He was nowhere to be seen.

That guy was old….I thought to myself.

I looked forwards again and I almost ran into someone. He was a giant. He stood a good foot and a half above me. I felt so tiny.

My first impression of him:

Bully. Mean. Won't like him.

When I looked up I got a better view of him. He had red brown hair and it was extremely curly but it was short. He looked like he would be on the football team or something.

"Watch yourself kid." He said in a deep voice.

I looked up at him "sorry didn't mean to run into you."

He smiled slightly. It was a nice smile but kind of scary. I wish I could just get through my first day of school without any problems. I mean I just moved here I don't want any trouble with people…I thought to myself.

The man continued to stare down on me but I kind of ignored him. I tried to walk around him but he blocked me off. I looked up and sighed.

"What do you want?"I asked him growling slightly.

"What's your name kid?" He asked me in his low voice.

"Zexion" I said simply. I stuck my hand in my pockets and tried to walk off again.

"Whoa there. You never got my name. It's rude to do that..."He said in a matter of fact voice.

"Ok then what is your name, guy who won't let me pass." I asked getting irritated "Is it boulder or rock? Something along those lines perhaps?"

He scowled at me. "No. My name is Lexaeus." He said deeply.

"Oh wow what a name." I said sarcastically. "Can I go now?"

He moved his arm and allowed me to go past him. What was so hard about that? I asked my thoughts. I looked behind me at him. He just stood there looking at me. I couldn't tell if he was mad or surprised that someone stood up to him.

I guess I don't look like the person who would be a stand up kind of guy. I laughed at the thought.