Jesse:
Okay, I'm 16 years old and I'm starting a new school. No biggie. After all, thousands of people do it all the time. I can handle it. I've killed ghosts, I've fought evil things that most people would just faint at. But for some reason, this doesn't comfort me as I move towards those huge double doors. In fact, my palms are sweating more than they have whenever I've confronted a demonic sprit. Okay, I can do this.
Doc has already given me directions to my locker, so I can manage that. But once I've finished putting my books away I'll be lost. I deliberately take as long as I can getting there, and then I deliberately take as long as I can putting my books away. But I can't delay much longer.
"Hey, are you new here?" A friendly-faced boy asks.
"Yeah." I say, smiling down at him.
Although he looks my age, he's a lot shorter then me. Actually, so are most people I know. But this boy also seems to be slightly immature, in a good way. A lot of people I encounter are nowhere near this open-faced and interesting. With his shock of bright red hair and freckles, this boy definitely stands out from the crowd.
"Well, I'm Jeremy, Jeremy Stanthorpe. I've been going here for two years, sadly. So what class do you have first?" he asks, talking incredibly fast.
I cannot help but smile at his eagerness, maybe living in a small town won't be so bad after all. People certainly don't seem that bad.
"Hey Jeremy, who ya talking to?" asks a boy I've never seen before, and certainly didn't want to.
With the token tattered jeans, busted up t-shirt and greasy long hair, this boy was obviously not the nicest of people. The way he smirked, rather than smiled, led me to believe it would be best just to avoid this guy in general. I didn't want to start any fights; it was my first day after all. And obviously neither did Jeremy, because he nervously introduced me, all the while refusing to make eye contact.
"This. This is um." Jeremy started.
"Jesse. Jesse Da Silva." I finished for him, looking critically at this new arrival, deciding I did not like him.
"Well Jesse, why exactly are you hanging out with a loser like Jeremy? People will start thinking he actually has friends." The boy sneers out.
"I'm hanging out with Jeremy because I am his friend." I reply, casting a glance at the grateful Jeremy.
Well, there goes my plan of not making any new enemies. Now I can only try to keep out of any fights. Which, by the way this guy is standing, is going to be very difficult. I can't get into a fight already, what would Mom think? Plus if I'm going to get any help from the new principal regarding mediator matters, I'll want to stay in his good books.
'Look Jesse, I'll let it slip this time, because you're new. But around here, people don't talk to me like that. They respect me." He continues, sneering again.
It's actually quite fascinating how he can talk with that repulsive look on his face.
"That's not respect. Its just fear." I answer, being foolish.
I know, I know. I wasn't going to make any new enemies. I wasn't going to get into any fights. But I couldn't help it. I hate being pushed around like this, and I hate the way it's obvious that he's been pushing Jeremy around like this too.
Still hoping to avoid a fight, I shut my locker door and walk in what I hope is the direction of my first class, English.
"Yeah, well, they should be afraid of me. And so should you." he challenges loudly.
I slowly turn around, aware of the fact that what could easily be the whole school is watching.
"And why is that?" I ask, trying to sound nonchalant.
"Because of this." he says, swinging his fist towards my head.
Now really, what is this? I mean, I just got here, it's my first day, school hasn't even started yet and here I am, having a face off with the school bully.
I calmly grab his fist and spin him towards me, using his own momentum to flip him to the ground.
"Excuse me! Tyler, you and your 'friend' had better get to my office right now!" says a nervous little priest, who I take to be Father Dom, the principal.
Now I'm really in it.
Okay, I'm 16 years old and I'm starting a new school. No biggie. After all, thousands of people do it all the time. I can handle it. I've killed ghosts, I've fought evil things that most people would just faint at. But for some reason, this doesn't comfort me as I move towards those huge double doors. In fact, my palms are sweating more than they have whenever I've confronted a demonic sprit. Okay, I can do this.
Doc has already given me directions to my locker, so I can manage that. But once I've finished putting my books away I'll be lost. I deliberately take as long as I can getting there, and then I deliberately take as long as I can putting my books away. But I can't delay much longer.
"Hey, are you new here?" A friendly-faced boy asks.
"Yeah." I say, smiling down at him.
Although he looks my age, he's a lot shorter then me. Actually, so are most people I know. But this boy also seems to be slightly immature, in a good way. A lot of people I encounter are nowhere near this open-faced and interesting. With his shock of bright red hair and freckles, this boy definitely stands out from the crowd.
"Well, I'm Jeremy, Jeremy Stanthorpe. I've been going here for two years, sadly. So what class do you have first?" he asks, talking incredibly fast.
I cannot help but smile at his eagerness, maybe living in a small town won't be so bad after all. People certainly don't seem that bad.
"Hey Jeremy, who ya talking to?" asks a boy I've never seen before, and certainly didn't want to.
With the token tattered jeans, busted up t-shirt and greasy long hair, this boy was obviously not the nicest of people. The way he smirked, rather than smiled, led me to believe it would be best just to avoid this guy in general. I didn't want to start any fights; it was my first day after all. And obviously neither did Jeremy, because he nervously introduced me, all the while refusing to make eye contact.
"This. This is um." Jeremy started.
"Jesse. Jesse Da Silva." I finished for him, looking critically at this new arrival, deciding I did not like him.
"Well Jesse, why exactly are you hanging out with a loser like Jeremy? People will start thinking he actually has friends." The boy sneers out.
"I'm hanging out with Jeremy because I am his friend." I reply, casting a glance at the grateful Jeremy.
Well, there goes my plan of not making any new enemies. Now I can only try to keep out of any fights. Which, by the way this guy is standing, is going to be very difficult. I can't get into a fight already, what would Mom think? Plus if I'm going to get any help from the new principal regarding mediator matters, I'll want to stay in his good books.
'Look Jesse, I'll let it slip this time, because you're new. But around here, people don't talk to me like that. They respect me." He continues, sneering again.
It's actually quite fascinating how he can talk with that repulsive look on his face.
"That's not respect. Its just fear." I answer, being foolish.
I know, I know. I wasn't going to make any new enemies. I wasn't going to get into any fights. But I couldn't help it. I hate being pushed around like this, and I hate the way it's obvious that he's been pushing Jeremy around like this too.
Still hoping to avoid a fight, I shut my locker door and walk in what I hope is the direction of my first class, English.
"Yeah, well, they should be afraid of me. And so should you." he challenges loudly.
I slowly turn around, aware of the fact that what could easily be the whole school is watching.
"And why is that?" I ask, trying to sound nonchalant.
"Because of this." he says, swinging his fist towards my head.
Now really, what is this? I mean, I just got here, it's my first day, school hasn't even started yet and here I am, having a face off with the school bully.
I calmly grab his fist and spin him towards me, using his own momentum to flip him to the ground.
"Excuse me! Tyler, you and your 'friend' had better get to my office right now!" says a nervous little priest, who I take to be Father Dom, the principal.
Now I'm really in it.