Mike stopped in front of that big, clear glass door. His face was burning, red, that feeling that at any moment he could pass out dominated his body.
After so many years, was this really happening? He thought that day would never come, even though he realized that the days were passing; That feeling of discomfort inside his stomach made him want to just turn around and head towards his house, where it was safer, he had his mother there, why wouldn't it be?
The school was strange to Mike, it had been years since he even stepped on one. The memories of that accident always haunt him. What if it happens again? Mike took slow steps backwards, leaving the door behind him, standing in the middle of it still incarnating, as if he were a child going for the first time on the roller coaster - much to the chagrin of the students who had to turn around in order to enter - A the idea of just giving up and going home crossed his mind again.
No...
Your mother already had the trouble of enrolling you, Mike couldn't give up without even seeing what it would be like, at least he wouldn't be doing all of his mother's work to be in vain.
He walked to the door again, his hand was shaking slightly but he managed even with a little difficulty to tighten the handle.
* Come on, just push ... And then enter ... *
Mike slowly pushed the door open, and took a step. That's it, he was in, there was no way to change his mind now.
Mike came across the great hall that contained several students; nerds, they looked as fragile as glass; the popular ones, he should definitely stay away from them. Most of them were apparently normal students, without any very attractive characteristics to make them stand out from the others. He knew that in a few minutes the signal for classes would start; Your first class would be history. -What class would it be in ...? - Mike thought. Suddenly he remembered something that his mother had given him before he came.
Mike reached into his jeans pocket and pulled out a paper, slightly crumpled and folded, he unwrapped it into a medium piece of paper, and followed his gaze across his school map that he hoped would contain the information he wanted. A confused look appeared on his face, his face began to sweat slightly with nervousness; It was so confusing, there were random numbers all over the sheet.
After a few more minutes searching his room for the map, he knew that the answer would not simply come to his mind. Then he folded and stuffed the sheet in his pocket. Maybe someone could help him, if he asked?
He walked down the hall, looking for someone who might be able to help him. He stopped when he saw a teenager of slightly above average height, he had a green mohawk and there were several piercings fixed in his face; he looked like a veteran but he didn't look very welcoming to Mike, but one thing he learned from a young age is that he could never judge someone by his appearance. Mike slowly approached the student.
"Um ... Hi ...". The hesitation in his voice was noticeable. The student turned his head to Mike, a frown formed on his face and looked at Mike as if he had committed a crime. This made Mike a little scared. After a few seconds of looking at him, the veteran spoke.
"Look what we have here." He turned his attention to another student who had just been working on his locker. The student's likely friend closed the locker when he realized his friend was looking at him. He was a little taller than the green mohawk, had red hair and several freckles spread across his face. "Hey Scott, we have new meat here," he said pointing to Mike, who was noticeable that he was getting more nervous about the situation, he wasn't used to getting that kind of attention.
Scott looked at Mike, a smile formed on his face. "Oh, you're right Duncan! I've never seen this guy around here before. Hello freshman. How long have you been at school?" A sarcastic tone formed in his voice as he approached Duncan.
"This is actually my first day," Mike replied. "My name is Mike, and I just wanted to ask if you guys happen to know where the first history class room is?" The voice failed and got higher at the end of the sentence due to nervousness, making the two students laugh at one another malevolent way.
"Oh, of course we know," Duncan said as he went to Mike's side and put one of his hands on his shoulder. "It's over there." He pointed to the side of the hall and Mike looked.
He let out a scream when he felt the middle of his legs tighten and his underwear go up.
"Oops, my bad, it was unintentional," Duncan said accompanied by the laugh of his friend and a few people who were around. Duncan released Mike causing him to fall to the ground.
Mike felt the cold of the floor pressing on his face. A mixed feeling of humiliation and frustration formed within him. He struggled to his feet and looked like a hunchback had appeared on his back.
"Dang it! These kids these days don't know how to respect their elders! In my day, kids like you were thrown into wells and spent at least one night inside!" A silence was present the moment the words stopped coming out of his mouth.
Mike sighed again when he came to himself. His eyes widened when he realized what had just happened.
"What the fuck is that ?! Fucking weird ass!" Duncan said.
"Fuck, did you see that man !?". Scott started laughing shortly after speaking.
"Fucking weird skinny." Duncan joined his friend's laugh.
Mike got up quickly and left as quickly as possible for anywhere else. -DAMN IT! DAMN IT! FUCK! - was all he could think of at that moment. - Because that had to happen today! What the fuck ... Breathe Mike, maybe those two forget that it happened and everything can go back to normal-! - His thoughts soon stopped when he ended up bumping into someone in the hallway.