I head over to an AT&T store first so I can buy a phone. I never had a phone because Marcus says it would be selfish of me to actually have a phone for my pleasure. I figured if I'm going make a fresh start and actually be somebody, might as well have a phone.
I walk in and browse around quickly, I stop at play with the iPhone 5s to get use to it and see how it works. Once I'm satisfied and known how to work it, I buy it with a plan. I got the ultimate talk, text, web, and data plan. As an added bonus they throw in a pair of Beats ear buds which might come in handy with boring classes. I buy and sign all the necessary stuff and leave. I sit in my truck setting up my phone and when that's finally done, I go to the app store and get the best-selling social apps. Instagram, Snapchat, Twitter, Some music apps, and some games for my entertainment.
Finally settle all that I head for the school, I takes awhile to find the school Marcus sign me up for since he told right before I blacked out from the beating. I find the school surprisingly not to far from my house just a couple of blocks, six or ten at the most. I park the car in the students parking and turn the car off. I take a big breath and slowly release it.
Damn I'm nervous, but I did promise my mother that I would make a change in my life. I look at my new phone and notice all my music is done downloading and I already have quite the followers on twitter and Instagram. About one hundred people followed me on both apps and I haven't even posted not a single thing.
I feel a little smile forming on my lips but I decided that this year I was going to be intimidating, scary, like a strict instructor. So I put on an emotionless face and hope out the truck. I take a look around to see a lot of people in different colors.
One group wears All gray, they sit around doing homework and having small talk and barley laugh. When people go to the door another one would rush to open it. I see some picking up trash from the front gate, from anywhere actually.
Another group are in red and yellow and they hang around talk and laugh. Some sit under a tree while others laugh and climb the trees laughing along. I figured those are the guys I go to when I want some good weed, even though I don't smoke.
There's these group of kids sitting around doing a lot of paper work, I can literally see a stack of paper work. Some laugh while doing paper work and I can see they all have glasses on, some real and some fake. They wear all blue.
One wears black and white, and they debate on something very loud, then when it's all over, they have a good laugh about it and walk into the school.
Then finally there is a group of kids in black, nothing else, most of them are in a big circle chanting 'Fight!' repeatedly while pumping their fist in the air, I see a couple of them with pricing and visible tattoos all up and down their arms, legs, and necks. Some of them have skate boards in their hands while they watch one person do some daring trick.
I come to a conclusion that the all black group is the better group over all.
I walk into the school and head straight for the office, There I see a woman who looks like she's in her eighty.
"Helloo, you must be a new student. My name is Lora" Oh my daze! She sounds like that undercover agent in Monster Inc.
"Um yes, my father registered me here." I hate using the title for Marcus so much. It hurts with a passion.
"Aww you're," I don't want anybody knowing my name so I cut her off.
"Four! My name is Four Eaton." I say firmly, she gives a confused look but I hold me gaze, she types some stuff down on her computer and prints it outs. She hands me the slip of paper with a map of the school. I give her a thanks and walk out the office. I look over my schedule
Four Eaton
Locker Number 286, combination 31,82,98
Grade:12th
Homeroom
Trigonometry
Placement Biology
European History
Study hall
Lunch
Computer science
Advance Placement Studio Art
Its seems like an easy schedule, so let's make this school year count. I head over to my locker and surprisingly it filled with the books I need already. I shrug my shoulders and I hear the bell ring and soon enough the halls floods with people. I keep my head down and follow the map of the school towards my class.
Once I finally find the class I'm not the first one here but certainly not the last, I make my way to the back seat farthest from the front. The teacher didn't make it to class yet so I just sit back and relaxing and sometimes glancing at my phone to check out my twitter or Instagram.
I'm about to post a status on twitter until this girl comes up to me. She looks like she has a height that would come up to my chin. She has bright blonde hair, hazel green eyes, and a cheeky grin that spreads across her face.
"Hey, I'm Kendal. Your hot!" She says as she takes a seat in front of me. She has the look of wanted in her eyes, she bites her lip and crosses her legs. I give her a look with an eyebrow raised asking if she serious, but she probably too stupid to understand with this look means.
"I'm Four, and I'm sorry but I'm not interested." Which is the truth, this girl is throwing herself at me and she doesn't know a single thing about me except that I'm 'Hot'.
"Aww come on pretty boy," She gets closer to me and whisper into my ear "I let you get to home base." She says and rubs my thigh. I grab her wrist firmly not enough to hurt her but to get the point through. I pick up my book bag and stand.
"Like I say, no thanks I'm not interested." I say firmly and a voice I haven't ever used. She looks slightly scared, I see the fear in her eyes and I just remember where that voice came from, Marcus. I let go of her wrist and start to move farther into the back of the class.
I sit down and let a smirk cross my face knowing that so far, I'm being really scary and intimidating. When I use my Four voice, it reminds me of Marcus and how he'll use that voice when we're in public and I slip up or when he's about to whip me. I bite the inside of my cheek letting the memories come flooding in. The teacher walks into the class telling everyone to settle down and he starts teaching.
I let out a silent breath thanking him in my mind because he took my mind off Marcus. I instantly regret it because like any other high school class on a Monday, it gets very boring very quickly.
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