Chapter 2
BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP! 'oh crap.' The sound of someone running around the room 50times within five minutes could be heard throughout the house. Followed by the sound of a door being whacked open and footsteps coming down the stairs soon after. Halfway down the stairs John jumped to the main floor... Let's just say good thing for the railing poll at the end of the stair well, otherwise the floor would be part of his face. Once regaining his balance, he quickly ran into the kitchen.
'I can't believe I slept in on the first day!' he thought as he mentally slapped himself in the head. As he entered the kitchen, John saw Lily and David sitting at the table eating their breakfast.
"Hi honey." greeted Lily, as she poured him a cup of juice, "Would you like to eat?"
"Sorry Mom. Gotta go." he replied, while his stomach noisily grumbled for food, but he ignored it stuffing textbooks into his backpack.
"What are you in such a hurry for?" asked David, while turning to the next page in the newspaper, "School doesn't start for another half an hour." In reality, John technically wasn't totally late, but he lost time sleeping in. He spent the night choosing his courses for his schedule and reviewing some of the texts for them. That was one of the perks of being financially backed up, being able to get things quicker.
"I know, but the school's farther than Frederickson Academy." John stated, heaving the bag over his shoulder.
"Well the limo isn't here yet," said Lily, standing up and giving him the cup, "so you have time to eat." 'Limo?' John thought pausing a moment from drinking the juice, 'If I take the limo, the first impression will be that I'm some rich brat with a big ego.'
"Um," he started, trying to think of a polite way to say this, "I don't think a limo, is the best mode of transportation to a Public high school." putting the glass down, "I'll just take my car."
"Are you sure?" continued Lily, as the toast jumped from the toaster, "I can always drive you."
"I'll be fine mom." Quickly taking the toast, giving his mom a small peck on the cheek, and picking up the skateboard beside the door, "I'll see you later." popping the toast into his mouth, while opening the kitchen door to jog across the property to the garage.
"Have a nice day!" she yelled out, but he was too far out.
As John opened the garage door, he saw his baby. Inside the four car garage awaited a 1981 Chevrolet Camaro. Sure it was old and it was a used car, but it was his first car. He bought for several reasons, first it was a classic old car where you could hear the engine yet it didn't scream in your ear, secondly when taken cared for, it could just reach 200mph, thirdly he bought to spite his father. When Patrick first saw it, he said it was a piece of junk that would be better if it were scrap metal. John spent an entire summer taking it apart, fixing it up and giving it a new paint job, to prove him wrong. Now it was done just like John imagined it as, classic, beautiful and just plain cool.
Quickly John opened the front seat door, tossing his bag and skateboard inside first before getting in. Vvvrrroooommm! The engine gave as he started the ignition. A smile crept on his face, his hard work paid off and finally he could use the car for good intentions. John turns the radio knob on the dashboard, stopping when a song from Johnny Cash hits his ears. Then a like a train on a track, it hit him. 'I'm late... Shit!'
10 minutes and a couple songs later, John pulls into the parking lot of his new school. After going through the lot twice, he finally finds a parking spot. 'Either this lot is way too small or I have bad luck.' He thought, pulling his sleeve up to check his watch. 7:55. 'Good. 5 minutes to spare.' Letting his sleeve fall back down, he picks up his belongings and heads to the entrance. Stopping to get a first look of where he'll be spending the rest of his high school life. The school grounds were the size of his property and there were two buildings. The building itself was less than half the size than his previous school, but with at least twice as many students entering it. The other was small and obviously looked newer from the amount of rust on the door frames. It was connected to the main building at the back by a long hallway with large windows. The school's sign sat above the entrance of the main building, but it looked rather old, with rust eating away the metal. 'Carlton High here I come.'