First Day… Again

Shane's Point of View

Baker Music Academy was only a few blocks away from my new foster home so I walked there. It was three stories tall and huge. I was dressed in my only shirt that wasn't stained, torn, or too small and a pair of jeans that were faded down and threadbare. No doubt, the other kids at Baker would be a lot better off. They would come from families, unlike me, and they would also have money to waste on anything they wanted, again, unlike me. I had no family that I could remember, no money except the little money I had from my job in California, and they could remember everything, whereas I have a whole 10 years, a whole different life that I can't remember. I wondered if I had always like playing guitar and singing, one of the few things I remember from before the accident.

I headed straight to the office to get my schedule. On my way, I didn't notice someone opening a locker door, right in front of me, and I walked right into it. I fell on my back, my nose throbbing from the locker door.

"Smooth, dork," someone snorted. The kids around me started snickering. When I touched my nose, I felt something warm and sticky, blood. My nose wasn't bleeding very hard and I managed to wipe away all traces of the blood with a quick swipe of my sleeve. Ignoring the kids, I got up and continued to the office, paying careful attention to locker doors.

"Oh, hello, you must be Shane, the new kid. We've been expecting you. I have your schedule right here," the secretary said the second I walked in the door. "You better hurry, or you'll be late to class." I nodded and walked out. My first class was an advance guitar class. The school was so big that I got lost and walked into class five minutes late.

"Thank you for joining us, Shane," the teacher, Mr. Thompson said sarcastically, "You can sit right next to Nate right over there," he continued, pointing to a seat right in the middle of the classroom.

Everyone but one kid with dark, curly hair, turned to stare at me. I blushed and sat down next to the kid who didn't stare at me, who, I think, was Nate. He looked familiar but I couldn't place my finger on why. He continued to stare at his desk, only looking up when the teacher started talking again. He was rambling on about how to hold the guitar properly. I had been in music programs in every school I've been to so this was just review for me. At the end of class, the teacher called Nate and I to the front of the room.

"Nate, would you mind showing Shane around the school, I'll give you a note for your next class," Mr. Thompson said.

"Okay, but I have free period next so I don't need a note," Nate said in a quiet voice. The two of us turned and walked out of the class. "What's your next class?" he asked, not looking at me once.

"Keyboard/Piano in room 203," I answered. "Have we met before?" I blurted out. Nate looked up, surprised by my sudden question. His expression became even more surprised when he got a good look at my face.

"Um, your next class is down the stairs and the second door on your right," he said in a hurry and ran off, leaving me dumbfounded. I followed his instructions and made it to class, barely on time.

I didn't see Nate again until lunch, where I saw him whispering to someone else who looked a few years older than me. I stood in the lunch room, trying to find a place to eat. Anyone who I made eye contact with rolled their eyes and looked away. I finally found an empty table in the corner.

Nate's Point of View

"Should we tell him?" Jason asked.

"No, not yet; we should let him get to know us and trust us first," I whispered, glancing at Shane again. He had grown a few inches. "Come on, let's go talk to him," I said, pulling Jason out of his chair and over to the empty table where Shane was eating.

Shane's Point of View

Nate and the guy I had seen him talking to walked over to where I was sitting. I wasn't really eating, just playing with my food.

"Hey, Shane," Nate said. I smiled at them and went back to playing with my food. "This is my brother, Jason," he continued.

"Hey, Shane," Jason said. I nodded in his direction without looking up. They sat down and started eating, realizing that they weren't getting me to talk.

After a few minutes, I got up to go throw away my food and head to class. As I walked to the garbage can with my tray, someone stuck their foot out and I tripped over it, covering myself with food. Everyone around me was laughing except Nate and Jason. Nate walked over to where I was and held out his hand. I ignored it and stood up. The last thing I needed was to make friends, only to lose them when I got transferred, as usual. I actually had a girlfriend last year but we broke up when I was sent to another foster home. I wasn't about to get close to someone only to have them ripped away from me in six months. Nate and Jason looked at me confused but I brushed most of the food off and headed to the bathroom to clean up, ignoring him when Nate followed me in.

"Need any help?" Nate asked.

"I can take care of it," I grumbled and tried to get the stains out of my shirt. If I didn't get the stains out then I wouldn't have any shirts that weren't damaged in some way. I had enough money that I could by a few nice shirts if I didn't need that money for food. My foster parent's were dirt poor and Rebecca, Tom, and I had to buy our own stuff. I had plans to go job hunting this afternoon because the money I had wouldn't last very long.

"I'm just trying to help," Nate said, surprised that I had turned down his help.

"Listen, I don't need friends," I said, turning around to face him, "I'm just going to spend the six months I have here working on my music before I move again."

"How do you know you're going to move?"

"I'm in foster care and Social Services changes my foster home about every six months," I admitted reluctantly and turned back around to try to get the stains out.

"Try baking soda," Nate said sadly before he walked out.

I saw Nate again in 6th period, which was an advance vocal class. The teacher had me sing a song so he could see where I was with my skills. I walked to the front of the classroom and started to sing;

Take my hand tonight
We can run so far
We can change the world to anything you want
We can talk for hours just staring at the stars
They shine down to show us

That you know when the sun forgets to shine
I'll be there to hold you through the night
And we'll be running so fast we can fly tonight
And even when we're miles and miles apart
You're still holding all of my heart
I promise it will never be dark
I know...we're inseparable

We could run forever if you want
And I would not get tired
Because I'd be with you
I can tell you're listening until the very end
We have done all these things

You know when the sun forgets to shine
I'll be there to hold you through the night
We'll be runnin' so fast we can fly tonight
And even when we're miles and miles apart
You'll still be holdin' all of my heart
I promise it will never be dark
I know...we're inseparable

I would give it up
To never let you fall
Cause you know we're inseparable
I would give it all
Just to show you I'm in love
Yea you know we're inseparable

You know when the sun forgets to shine
I'll be there to hold you through the night
We'll be runnin' so fast we can fly tonight
And even when we're miles and miles apart
You'll still be holdin' all of my heart
I promise it will never be dark
I know...we're inseparable

There was a moment of silence and the room exploded in applause. I glanced at Nate and I could have sworn that there were tears on his face. When I looked back, they were gone.

"Wonderful job," Mr. Banner congratulated. He had me sit down next to Nate, which I wasn't too happy with, and continued the class. During the entire class, I could feel Nate's eyes on me but I never looked up to meet his eyes as the teacher started a lecture. I started trying to remember why Nate and Jason looked familiar.

Flashback

"Shane, Nate, we're going to be late for school," Jason called.

"Come on, Nate," I said, pulling Nate out of his room and headed downstairs to see Jason waiting for the two of us to get downstairs so we could go to school.

As the flashback ended, my head started to hurt. The pain kept building until everything black out.


Holy crap, this is one of the longest chapters that I have ever written. So, Shane's remembering something. I will try to update one of my stories tonight or tomorrow. This chapter wouldn't be up if I hadn't stayed home cause of the stomach flu. I hope I feel better soon. Sorry about the lyrics. Something got screwed up on the transfer from Wrod doc, to so I fixed them