Ugh. Tomorrow, was my first day at a new high school. I never really got picked on. I mean, I've gotten the occasional "faggot" or "loser" but a lot of people get those. I just was curious about the new school's environment. Change is good but hopefully, this change is for the better. I pretty much moved because my mother wanted a change in scenery. My dad left a long time ago but I wasn't really old enough to remember. I believe my mother really wanted to move because she finally had enough money to leave the place that held all her bad memories with my abusive father. He wasn't exactly physically abusive as he was verbally, from what I have been told. I guess he got sick of our shit and left, which doesn't bother me one bit because my mother is a great mom and I didn't need him anyway. Currently, I was standing in the school office of Merseythistle High School getting my schedule from the school secretary.

"Here is your schedule, your school I.D., your locker number and your parking pass. You can wander around and look for your classrooms since you're new here," she said with a genuine smile and handed me my belongings. "Do you need anything else?"

"Thank you and uh, no thanks," I said with a small smile back. After my quick self-given tour, I walked away from the school and headed to my car. I hung my parking pass on the rearview mirror and made my way to my new home. I looked over my schedule at a red light. Great, I have Science first. What a horrible way to start a morning. I pulled into my driveway and walked in the house. I was greeted by my mother who was just putting dinner on the table.

"Hey, did you get everything you needed?" She asked and placed a peck on my cheek.

"Yeah, the lady was really nice and patient with me because you know how weird I can be about talking to people I don't know," I said, eyeing the tortellini salad that is placed on two separate plates. My stomach growled.

"Yeah I know. Let's get to the eating part of the day because something tells me you might be hungry," She poked my stomach and we sat down at the table. I dug into my food and so did my mother. All you could hear were the sounds of our silverware hitting the plates. I rinsed off my dishes and put them in the dishwasher. Time to shower. I ran upstairs into my bedroom's bathroom and quickly got undressed. The perk of living in a big house. I never got to live in one before but since my mom got a great job when we moved we could afford it. This bathroom in my room was definitely a perk. Sharing is not my forte, especially bathrooms. With the hot water running on my body, I rested my head on the wall of the shower and drifted off.

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"Hey, you alright? You've been in there for a while now," I heard my mother yell through the bathroom door which pretty much scared the shit out my and left my heart racing.

"Yeah, I fell asleep. You scared me half to death," I replied back. No answer. The water was getting cold now so I quickly scrubbed up and toweled up. Slowly opening the door a smidge, I inspected my room to make sure my mother wasn't still in here and the my bedroom door was closed. It was. Good job mom for closing the door all the way for once. Man, I am so not ready to wake up at 6AM tomorrow.

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"Wake the fuck up," I heard my mother say.

"Way to be a bitch," I mumbled. She hit me across the mouth.

"You know I don't like hitting you but don't talk to me like that. I've been sitting here for an hour trying to wake you up. After school, you are buying an alarm," she demanded. I sat up and nodded.

"Now get ready," She told me and walked out of the room.

I tumbled out of bed and went to my drawers. I put on some black skinny jeans, a band tee, and to change things up, Vans. I did the rest of my getting ready things and opened the door.

"Bye Mom!" I yelled across the house.

"Have a good first day!" She yelled back. I hopped in my car and made my way to the school. I was thinking on my drive to the school. Hopefully, my first day isn't too bad. I parked into my designated parking spot which was labeled 12. Right in front of the school, that's a great start to the school year.

I made my way to the Science Room that I had successfully remembered where it was placed in this large building. The back row by the window was a great place for me seeing as I concentrate more in the back of the room for a reason and I really want good grades for my Junior year. As the room filled up, I surveyed every student that walked in. There were a few cute girls that I wouldn't mind talking to, if you know what I am saying.

After Science ended, the day went by fairly quick. Math and Language were really easy and Lunch was okay because a couple of people told me I could eat with them. They seem alright. I have a feeling I will be really close with Jaime.

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I got into my History class and sat where it was best for me, in the back by the window. Students piled in and I watched.

"Hey man, we have another class together," said Jaime.

"Yeah man," I said. My first day is pretty good. Jaime and I were talking about ourselves to get to know each other more. I was in mid-sentence and then he walked in.

"Hello, ladies and gentleman. This is my first year here and I want to make this class as fun as a classroom can get cause I know what it's like to sit there and hate the subject I am teaching," He said. Damn, he is good looking. Well, that was fucking weird. I have never had an interest in someone who was a guy. I honestly couldn't wait to get out of this class because of mixed feelings towards my incredibly good looking MALE teacher. Just stop. Okay, don't look at him.

"We should all get to know each other before we really do anything involving real work so I am passing out these sheets of questions and you will fill them in. I will make this out of 10 points and it will be an easy A just for answering," I heard him tell everyone. He passed out the sheets and I got mine. Just the stereotypical questions like name, favorite color, blah blah blah. I filled out my sheet and handed it to him.

"Thank you," he said and looked me straight in the eyes. I nodded and slowly walked back to my seat because of the feeling of jelly in my legs. How does a guy do this to me? A teacher nonetheless. I put my head down until I heard him thank us for cooperating and then let us talk amongst ourselves while he put grades in.

"Ahem, Class," my teacher said, calling the attention of the students. "So, for your first project, I want you to make a history timeline of you and of the top 15 most important events in your life."
Wow, I am too lazy for that.

"When is it due?" some really good looking brunette asked.

"Two weeks from now. Anymore questions?" He asked. I raised my hand.

"Yes?" He asked.

"Can I go to the restroom?"

"I don't know. Can you?" I rolled my eyes. Really? "No, I'm playing. Go ahead...um? Your name?"

"Kellin."