Chapter 5: First Day of School
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Jack sucked in a deep breath of air as he stood outside his first period class room. He had not been at school ten minuets and he already knew that he did not belong. Reminded him of his last Christmas, two weeks ago; he remembered the walk he took through West Oaks mall. Parents and little children all dressed in holiday colors laughing and buying presents, young couples sitting across from each other eating and exchanging gifts. He felt completely removed from the human race, as if he did not even belong to the same species. And now, at this school of the weird, he felt even more alone.
All the students seemed to know what he was.
They could smell the human in him.
He belonged to no race; he was alone.
Finally, he summed up enough courage and walked into the classroom. It appeared normal enough; desks, computers, students yelling and whispering, even the good old American flag and Texas flags. As he made his way to the teachers desk on the other side of the room whispers followed him. The teacher stood. A penguin of a man. He sunk into his little black shoes and his entire body gravitated to the ground.
"Yes, are you new?" A high squeaky voice.
Jack handed him his slip.
"Ah yes, well you can have a seat um.... right there." He popped his lips. "Here's you book and welcome to Algebra II."
Jack slipped into his seat avoiding all eye contact. Behind him he heard someone whisper; "Look, it's a vermin."
A piece of wadded paper hit him in the back of the neck and giggles preceded it. Jack leaned an elbow on the desk and rested the side of his head on his fist. Drums reverberated against the walls of his brain. Another piece of paper hit him on the neck; a wet piece of paper.
/Ignore them Jack, the wiser part of him counseled him. They're immature, if you don't let them get to you they'll get tired of it. Not worth getting in a fight on you're first day. You've seen enough blood shed./
"Vermin," the boy behind him sneezed.
Jack laughed out loud this time. "Like I've never heard that one before," he muttered.
He felt a steel arm wrap around his neck and in his ear a whisper, "If you have something to say to me, say it to my face." The voice cut through the air like tiny shards of ice. They froze for a moment in that position. "That's what I thought."
The arm let go and the desk behind Jack wheezed as the boy leaned back into it. Jack touched his neck, he had no idea how what he said could have been heard.
"Vermin," someone else sneezed.
Jack turned to the boy opposite of him. "How old are you?" He asked. "I mean come on, last time I heard the 'loser' sneeze was in the first grade."
"Sterling, Riot, class has stared, be quiet," the teacher quacked.
Jack turned to face the front of the class and Riot, the one beside him turned to Sterling for direction. Sterling held a hand up. "After class," he mouthed.
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Okay this is the point where I suggest you start reading Wolf at Midnight III: The Offspring. There's a lot you need to know about Sterling that if you don't read you might not understand...not to mention he ends up hooking up with another character later and from this perspective you see mainly the jerky side of him. I strongly suggest you read it. Oh, and if you read be kind and review. Reviews give my web mistress the warm fuzzies.