(Well, I'd never have thought of this if I had not been inspired by NinjaQueen's 'Walters Child', so, please understand I'm not stealing that story in any way, or the idea of it; this is just something I thought would be fun to write about.)

DISCLAIMER: I own only the original characters that are in this story; The game series, 'Silent Hill', is not owned by me, and I make no profit off of this work.

The Extremely Crappy Days at Ashfield High

Chappy One: The Typical First Day

Joshua Townsend sat quietly in the passenger seat of his father's car; his backpack lay in- between his legs as he stared out of the window at the moving landscape of Ashfield. Raindrops clattered against the vehicle's black shell as the fifteen year- old fidgeted slightly, adjusting the collar of his jean jacket.

The summer had passed ever so quickly, and Joshua dreaded the thought of returning to his high school. His first year there had been horrible; schoolwork, the slightly maniacal English teacher, Ms. Mason, more schoolwork, and a deranged puppy made his life a living hell. Strangely enough, no one offered him drugs, no one picked on him, and he had survived ninth grade without being more corrupted than he already was.

This was fortunate, to say the least, as his mother would have entered a life and death battle with the school for the minor injustices done to her son. Overall, though, Joshua's mother has embarrassed him from long ago to the days of Kindergarten, but that is another story.

His father, Henry, smiled as they approached the school. "Hey, cheer up, it won't be that bad," he stated as he glanced at his son. Joshua sighed. "Dad, high school's sucked every single day I've come; it's no different now."

Henry shrugged. "Well, maybe this year will be different? Don't worry so much about it… Oh, your mother'll be picking you up today; that's another advantage, next year you can drive yourself to school, and we won't have to embarrass you that much."

Henry chuckled at his comment, but his smile faded when his son did not respond, just continued sighing and looking out the window.

"Well, we're here, Dad, I'll see you later," Joshua said before slinging his backpack over his left shoulder and exiting the car. Henry watched as his son walk onto the concrete and towards the school entrance. Many other teenagers were scattered about, talking and laughing before the day began.

"Take care," he muttered before driving off in the rain.

Joshua entered the school quickly, examining the hallway he stood in. Ashfield High School was quite large, sporting two floors, a massive cafeteria and gymnasium, and an indoor swimming people. Students littered the hallways as well, talking about mindless crap Joshua could care less about.

He wore a dark green shirt under his jacket, which was not buttoned. His dark blue jeans were a tad faded, but his brown hair was combed neatly. Of average height, Joshua was thin, his complexion fine.

Overall, he was an average fifteen year- old male with one hell of a life.

He fished in his pocket and removed his folded up schedule, opening it. What he saw made his heart sink. "Ms. Mason! No, no way! Not first period!" his mind screamed as he stuck the schedule back in his pocket. "Damn, already sucky on the first day…"

Ms. Cheryl Mason's classroom was located on the second floor. She was known all around the school for her slightly eccentric behavior and difficult classroom agenda. She was, however, renowned for her slim tolerance with misbehavior. Your life was endangered if you made as much as a crack comment about her clothing, the classroom, another student, or her.

And for a mysterious reason, Joshua was usually one the receiving end of her discipline, even though he was the most behaved student in the class.

He sighed as he entered the room, glancing around at the neat rows the desks were lined up in. Only two other students were inside; a girl with blonde hair tied up in a ponytail, and a guy who had his feet resting on the desk before him. He seemed to be a goth, but Joshua only disregarded both of them and took a seat near the front of the class.

A woman wearing a black blouse and jeans was writing on the chalkboard, her short black hair combed neatly. Her right hand was quick with the piece of chalk, scribing out the date, her name, and the day's lesson.

Soon, the bell rang, and the class filled up. The woman turned around, eyeing the variety of teenagers sitting. Her gaze drifted down to Joshua for a moment, but she quickly looked up.

"Well, hello class, and welcome to my Language Arts class; I am Ms. Mason, and I'll be your teacher for the rest of the year. Now, for those of you who didn't have my class last year, I'd like to take a moment to-,"

Ms. Mason stopped speaking when another student walked in. He was wearing a blue- striped Polo shirt with beige slacks. His tennis shoes were slightly worn out, and his blonde hair gleamed a little. His backpack was overly large, and he clutched his schedule tightly while examining the room.

"May I help you, sir?" Ms. Mason inquired as the boy nodded. "Is this Ms. Mason's Language Arts class? This is my first day at this school, so…"

"Yes, it is, and you may take a seat next to this boy over here," she replied sternly, pointing at Joshua. The late student swallowed hard and walked quickly over to the desk, taking a seat in the desk. Ms. Mason smiled briefly before clearing her throat. "Now, class, let me explain…"

The boy glanced at Joshua and grinned. "I'm Christian Richards," he stated while holding his hand out. "Joshua Townsend; nice to meet you."

After the first three class periods had ended, lunch began, and with tradition, Joshua sat alone, away from those idiots who laughed about spilling milk. Most of the time, though, he did not eat, and that was the same today.

"How could anyone eat this crapola?" he thought aloud as the same boy who sat beside him during Ms. Mason's class walked up and sat across from him.

"Um, is it okay if I sit here?" he asked quietly. Joshua shrugged. "I don't care; you seemed sensible enough from what I generalized in English."

Christian nodded and put his tray down. "Thanks, I'm a bit shy," he stated while beginning to poke at his food with his spork. "So, uh, did you take classes here last year?"

Joshua nodded. "The worst year ever…" he trailed while mixing the peculiar red liquid with his plastic spork.

"Why'd you get that instead of the chicken?"

"It's better than all that substitution food they serve; ugh…"

Christian chuckled. "It doesn't matter to me what type of food it is, it's still edible. My parents told me to never be picky about food." Joshua shrugged. "Last year, almost everyone brought their lunch; this stuff's disgusting, man."

Christian thought for a moment. "Hmm… So do you have any hobbies?"

"I like photography, I guess because my dad introduced me to it when I was little."

"I… never knew my father. I was adopted…"

"Oh…"

Joshua stood up as the bell rang. "So, what class do you have next?" Christian checked his schedule. "It says here that I have Art."

"Huh, so do I, well, we could go together; come on."

Nicole Sunderland sat patiently at the small table, awaiting instructions from the Art teacher, Mr. O'Connell.

"Well, then, how about we start off with attendance, shall-," but he was interrupted as two male students ran in. "Who are you two?" he asked as Joshua and Christian regained their composure. "I'm Joshua Townsend, and he's Christian Richards; sorry for being late sir, but there was a weird noise in the bathroom, and we checked it out."

"In which bathroom?"

"The one down the hall."

"And what was in there?"

"Nothing… except for some dried up excretion in the corner…" answered Christian as Mr. O'Connell nodded. "I won't mark you two absent, as it is the first day, but you may take a seat at any table."

Christian smiled and darted to the nearest table; Joshua followed with haste, sitting down across from the only occupant at the table, Nicole.

She was quite pretty, wearing a white blouse and a pink skirt. Her shoulder length chestnut colored hair shone.

Joshua was a tad dumbfounded, but quickly shook his head. "Uh…"

"The name's Nicole; Nicole Sunderland."

"Christian Richards."

"Uh… um…"

"Is there something wrong with him? Why's he looking at me like that?"

"Hmm… Joshua?"

"Wha… what!"

He glanced around quickly at both of them, his face frantic. "You were in a trance or something, not listening," Christian said as he calmed down.

"Oh, sorry, I'm Joshua-,"

"Townsend, yeah, you told the teacher."

"Oh…"

Mr. O'Connell cleared his throat. "I'd like to do attendance, now, class, so could you all please quiet down…?"

"Today wasn't as bad as I thought it would be," Christian stated as he and Joshua walked out of the school and towards the pick- up area. "I guess… Huh, so are you going to be picked up-,"

"No, I walk home. My parents have a sort of busy schedule."

"I see…" Joshua shrugged and leaned against one of the many brick pillars holding up the large platform connected to the wall. "So you're off, then?"

"Yeah, well, see you tomorrow, Josh," Christian stated before starting to walk off. Joshua sighed. "Today wasn't all that bad, I suppose…"

However, Joshua had no idea…

(Yeah, some lame crap I come up with. Probably get a lot of flames… Anyway, if you do happen to review this piece of ostrich poop, thanks!)