Nearly-forgotten fic and somehow inactive account =/= dead story. Also, I updated the previous chapters because somehow I had many grammatical errors.
Anyways, here's the update. Enjoy.
"So what's your name?" asked the woman who glanced at Roxas from her desk. She was absentmindedly curling the bangs on her forehead with her fountain pen as she straightened her back against her chair.
"Roxas, Miss," the blond replied courteously with a smile.
"Call me Miss Yuffie. Yuffie Kisaragi. I'm the guidance counselor here. Say, how old are you?" She tilted her head and gave a childish giggle at Roxas who was a little bit surprised at her action.
"I'm fifteen, Miss Yuffie."
"Oh really? So what school did you transfer from?" She leaned a little closer, expressing utmost enthusiasm in her face.
"I was homeschooled by my mom before transferring here," the boy replied, fidgeting with his fingers nervously as Miss Yuffie was carefully eyeing him as if he were some rare exotic animal.
"That sounds interesting. So what grade are you? And where do you live? Who are your parents? Any records of previous diseases or mental illnesses? What's your favorite subject? Any extracurricular activities? How about your neighbors? Who do you live with…?" she continued on with her investigation that seemed almost endless by the way she was asking question one after another.
It's amazing when it's your first day in school when you actually have never been to one. And then you're so surprised about the majority of unfriendly asshole teenagers and the fact that adults are not just highly skeptical about you... they're actually extremely and ridiculously skeptical about you.
Well, the most annoying thing would be them firing off questions one after another. Not to mention that I met Miss Yuffie not once but twice on the same day… on my first day at school. So yeah, I was pretty much out of saliva just by trying to answer every single question that seemed to shoot right out of her mouth.
The other annoying thing about adults would be them yelling at me for various reasons that don't really make sense… at all. But the yelling seemed too much and pretty unnecessary if you asked me. To make matters much worse, I didn't even know that adults can be just as unreasonable as children.
"You're not the teacher here. Our topic is about the composition of organic compounds. We're not talking about the properties of carbohydrates, proteins and fatty acids yet!" Our chemistry teacher yelled at me after I started rambling about carbohydrates, proteins and fatty acids while everyone looked at me like I was delirious. Well, excuse me for overachieving.
"Break time is the time you can use the bathroom. When the bell rings, you have to get back here and listen to me and your social studies book. Now, sit down and listen." Talk about Social Studies. He's not really the most flexible person I have ever met to be teaching Social Studies.
"Move it! Move it! Move it! Did I tell you to stop running? Then, go, go, go! Move your lazy teenage legs!" Okay, I got to admit. Our Gym Teacher just scares the hell out of me.
"Class is not yet dismissed. Where do you think you're going? You still have to proofread your essay because I will not be considering some half-baked work with the spelling and grammar of a five-year-old." Don't be fooled by her appearance and tone of her voice. Our English teacher wasn't joking about this at all. In fact, she was dead serious as if she would shove those papers back into your mouth when all it contained were careless spelling errors and faulty grammar written by a cockroach.
"No food while we're having music classes! Isn't that obvious that you're not allowed to eat while playing an instrument?" Imagine three teachers saying this… no, yelling this at you for picking up a bag of potato chips on the floor. And no, not just plain "yelling it"… more like repeatedly yelling it like we were in an opera house.
"Stop your nonsense and take a seat. You're to be educated with cells, ecology and more here not about how to talk to someone who obviously doesn't care about what you're telling him." Now, Biology was my favorite subject. Too bad my teacher doesn't really like me that much. Besides, my seatmate basically asked me about it.
"Would you mind taking a seat and start calculating for the limit of the functions on the board? Or would you rather calculate the size of your head?" Mr. Strife was not as kind as I had expected him to be after that morning. Must have been the accidental coffee spill…
"Would you mind keeping quiet? Or else, I'll have you calculating the velocity of this notebook flying at your face." I never knew Physics that was being applied in real life would be that dangerous… considering that our teacher should've been locked up in an asylum in the first place. Just look at how he dresses.
And I thought lunch break would make it all better when I could finally sit with some new faces, talk to them and maybe even become friends with them. Well, I guess I was wrong. No one in the cafeteria bothered to talk to me. Although there were probably hundreds of tables, they were all occupied or at least off-limits for me.
Each time I approached a table half-filled or even barely half-filled, the students who were already sitting there would glare at me as if I were a new animal walking on its hind legs before a bunch of unaccustomed human invaders.
I tried to talk to a table of students who were all blonde-haired like me but all I got was a look that told me to go away and a girl telling me "What the hell? Talk to us again and I'll kick you so hard that you'll regret ever approaching us again! Do you hear me, Blondie Boy?"
Way to crush my hopes of ever fitting in with people who looked or at least shared some similarities with me.
It's even more embarrassing that I had another set of teenagers stand up from their table and almost beat me up on the spot in the cafeteria because I was lingering by their table too long. I mean, it's not my fault now, is it? I was only waiting for a table to be emptied and theirs looked like one of them because they looked like they were all done eating.
Sheesh, I never knew going to school would be as dangerous as walking alone in the dead of the night at Pride Lands! It's like every move you make can actually cost you!
And so… instead of eating lunch in the cafeteria like I was supposed to, I ate it in the playground while I was sitting on the swing set. Under the heat of the sun. There were no trees by the swing set in the first place so I was practically simmering during the entire lunch break.
I never felt so stupid rejected in my life… for some reason… because I could not get a place to eat in the cafeteria. But I guess it's better than eating in the comfort room. To eat under the scorching heat of the sun would most likely not kill me than having someone find out that I'm such a total loser whom nobody wants to eat with during lunch on the first day of school.
At the end of his first day in school, Roxas let out a heavy sigh as he slumped on his bed and dropped his bag on the floor. Staring at the ceiling, he was trying to plan what he was to do tomorrow if anyone in school asked him about his first day at that school. It was either he was going to lie about it saying that a bunch of students warmly welcomed him into their group and showed him around the place… or he was going to tell the truth and get laughed at for it.
Then again, he remembered that there would always be the option of being invisible to everyone, avoiding all unnecessary social interactions with other people and the "get-in-school-for-education-and-get-out-as-soon-as-the-bell-rings" drill.
"Hmmm… I guess that could work," he said to himself as he turned over to his side and let his arm hang by the edge of the bed. "Homework can wait after dinner. I can easily deal with those without breaking a sweat. A 200-word essay, three pages of Algebra homework and a few pages to read in the Social Studies book… that doesn't sound too difficult."
Before he could finally relax and have a quick nap, Roxas heard someone knock on his bedroom door. Instinctively, he reached for the blanket and drew it up until it reached his chin, pretending to be asleep. Two more loud knocks were heard but the blond still didn't answer.
"Roxas, honey! Dinner will be ready in 15 minutes. I hope you're not too exhausted from spending an entire day at school, okay? Well, your dad's going to be a bit late for dinner as well but he'll be here to congratulate you on your first day of school. You better not be sleeping. Skipping a meal or eating it later than the time you should have it can have disastrous effects." Roxas heard his mom say in a rather singsong voice without even opening the door to actually check on him.
"Great… I'm pretty sure they'll be asking me lots of question on the dinner table," the blond groaned. "What am I going to do and answer?" He let out a deep sigh before closing his eyes for a moment's nap.
There we go. Update is all set. Thanks for reading. Please review.