1000 Cigarettes Chapter 4

Had this done for over a month now. Sorry for being a bit lazy

"I'm sure you'll enjoy yourself attending Blackwell Academy, Mr. Casey. The staff and faculty are kind and understanding people who care about the education of the students." Principal Wells assured me as I reviewed my schedule.

It wasn't too bad. History for first period, English for second period, Math for third, a break for fourth, Science for fifth, Art for sixth, and Gym for seventh which happens every other day. Luckily for me, no gym today. Principal Wells seemed like an okay guy, but something seemed off.

"The schedule and room numbers will seem confusing at first, but everybody gets it eventually. Now, anything you want to ask before I send you off, Mr. Casey?" Principal Wells asked. I was about to shake my head, then it hit me.

"Whiskey." I said. Principal Wells raised his brows.

"Excuse me?" He said, looking at me like I had two heads.

"I'm a little... too familiar with the smell of whiskey, Principal Wells." I replied carefully. To my surprise, he nodded understandingly.

"Impressive." He said.

"You have any question, or are you ready to get to your classes?" He asked again.

"I'm good. Goodbye, Mr. Wells." I said, getting up and leaving. As I closed the door behind me, I looked around. Students were hanging out in the halls, talking about whatever, and some were walking to wherever. I stuff my schedule in my pocket and go on my way.

...

It's break now, and I'm chilling in the library. I decided to review my day so far to pass the time. History was alright. The teacher was nice, and the other students were chill, but I didn't recognize anyone from the people I met.

English was meh. The teacher and the students did not give a fuck about each other.

Math was... math. The teacher seemed a little too analytical about numbers and shit.

I like to think it's a good thing that most of the harder classes are in the beginning of the day. That way, I could chill through the other classes.

I laid down in the area where I met Kate the other day. No music this time, just want to nap for a bit. I hear someone walk towards me and sit down in front of me. I lift my head to see who it is. Definitely a guy.

"What's up?" I ask him. He faces me and I immediately recognize him.

"Hey, Trevor." I said. He nodded his head at me, acknowledging my presence. He turns back to his phone.

"How's your balls?" I ask him, to which he shudders. I nod and lay back down.

...

I enter the classroom and look around. Only a few students right now. I take a seat on the side closest to the door towards the middle to back of the room.

Soon after, more students started to flow in. I didn't recognize any of them. As it got closer to the start of class, more students came in, but the teacher hadn't come in yet

The last warning bell rang and almost all the seats were filled. The teacher still wasn't here and the students, with no authority figure in the room, were fucking around. Sitting on desks, talking loudly, acting rowdy; what else did you expect of a bunch of teenagers?

After I don't even know how long, the door opened again. Entering the room was a large black woman wearing a pink cardigan and carrying a bunch of books. She lay the books on the table in the front of the classroom.

"Sorry, class. Still thinking it's vacation." She said, organizing the table. She must be our teacher. After organizing the table, she went to the chalkboard and started writing. When she was done, she turned back to us.

"As you probably already know, I am Ms. Grant. I will be your science teacher for this year." She introduced herself. Some students started clapping slowly. Ms. Grant replied with a curtsy.

"Thank you." She said to those who clapped. One of the students gave her a thumbs up.

"Now, let's get down to business. Those in the front, take one textbook and pass the rest back. If you lose them, you pay for them." She said, no nonsense. As it got to me, I took a textbook and passed the rest back. Ms. Grant started to talk, but I couldn't make out her words.

"I must be tired." I thought to myself. I lay down my head and close my eyes.

...

The loud ring of the bell made me jolt up. I looked to see the other students pack up their stuff and leave. I did the same. I dashed out the room and headed to my next class.

I was slipping past other kids through the hall. However, I bumped into something. I was sent back and had a feeling of deja vu hit me. Looking to see who it was, I was relieved to see it was someone in a gray hoodie. The person raised their head rubbed it.

"Ow." They said. I recognized them.

"Max! I'm so sorry." I told her. She gave a weak smile.

"It's okay, Sean." Max said. I scratched the back of my head.

"You sure?" I asked, feeling a little guilty.

"Yeah, I'm okay. Why are you in a rush?" She asked.

"I slept through my last class and didn't want to see if the teacher noticed." I told her.

"What do you have now?" She asked.

"Art. In room..." I say, reaching into my pocket for my schedule to look up the room number.

"Room 1013?" Max asked. I took out my schedule to see. Room 1013 it said on the paper.

"Yeah. How did you know?" I asked.

"I have the same class right now." Max said. Lucky me. Someone I actually know.

"Nice. So you know where it is?" I asked. Max pointed to the space to my right, her left. I looked and saw the door's number. 1013.

"Oh." I said. Max went for the door and opened it. It was empty. Max took a seat at a table in the back. I went next to her. We set our stuff down and took our seats.

"Oh, look. Two losers together. Not surprising, considering losers stick together." A voice said. I looked to see Victoria standing there, arms crossed, by a table to our left.

"Hello, Victoria." Max said, softly. I just glared at her. Victoria huffed at Max's greeting.

"Well, at least one of you has the courtesy to greet others." Victoria said, settling down. I looked to Max, who was looking down, maybe embarrassed.

Some more students came in. First came in Taylor. She gave a little wave with her fingers in my direction, then going to Victoria. Victoria looked at me then back at Taylor who gave her a cheeky smile.

Next came in Kate. She smiled towards Max or me or both of us. Dana followed suit with Hayden right behind. Alyssa and Stella then came in, talking about something.

Then, an old lady came in with a bunch of bags. She set them down and looked at the class.

"Alright. Well, welcome, class. If you don't know me, I am Miss Moreau. I am head of the art department here in Blackwell and will be your guide in the world of art here." The lady introduced herself.

I started to zone out until I felt a nudge. I looked to Max.

"You wanna hang out later?" Max whispered to me.

"Sure." I answered.