Sorry for the delay! Iggy sits near me in Math! Not really, but this kid who is tallish and has blonde hair that covers his eyes does! His eyes are gray, green, blue, or a mix. They're COOL!
Fang POV
I got my present from Max and walked down the hall to my locker. I tried to open it with my locker with the combo from the office: 13-37-3, but it didn't budge. Some random guy walked down the hallway, saw me struggling, then stopped.
"Dude," he drawled, "It might open if you kick it." Then, he walked away. Kicking it, huh? I winded up, pulling my leg back, and kicked. Oof. I felt the metal crunch underneath my foot, and realizing that I had underestimated the strength of the metal, looked down. The locker was open, but with a Fang-foot sized hole in it. Great. I stuffed my backpack into my locker and took out my binder to look at my schedule. First period: Art. Yay. Creativity for the non expressive one. After I found the room, I searched for anything dangerous, but instead found lots of stuff weird. There were candles lighting up the room. There was a smoke machine spewing smoke everywhere. It was strange, as I was turning to go to the office, hopefully for an elective change; I jumped, for there was a woman standing practically on my heels.
"Helloooo chiillllldrreeenn!" She said creepily. Her wardrobe was no less freaky. Her blue skirt dragged on the floor, and she was wearing a tee shirt and a khaki vest. She had big glasses that magnified her eyes to be reeeealllllyyyy big. (a/n think Trelawney from HP)
"You," She said, pointing at me, "are destined to be a greeeeat artist!" she moaned as if she was in a trance. I shuddered, and then backed away into a corner. As I was sitting down, a Goth girl came over to me, looked me up and down, and smiles.
"Are you taken?" she asked with a smile.
"Yeah," I responded gruffly. "By Max." She frowned.
"So you're gay?" She asked in a whisper.
"No, Max is a girl!" I said with a huff. The obviously gay kid in the corner started crying.
"Dude." The girl said. "You're a lot like us. Come with me." She said, and grabbed my wrist. She led me over to a table in the back near the closet with three other Goth kids.
"Hey guys!" she said. "This is umm… I'm sorry, what's your name?" She said to them, the last part to me.
"Nick." I said plainly, with no emotion.
"Ahh. I'm Sasha." The girl who had walked me over told me. Her hair was in a semi-bob and looked as if it had been bleached and dyed many times. She was wearing black skinnies, sharpied converse, and a paramore electric green tee under a black hoodie. Ok, I admit she's a little more 'hot-topic-ee' than Goth, but still, with her peachy skin and blue eyes, it was interesting to see all that dark and light together. She also had like 6 piercings in each ear. That's a lot (I think). Suddenly, the other girl sitting at the table stood up.
"HI! I'm Ally, short for Allesandrah, spelled A-L-L-E-S-A-N-D-R-A-H. Don't ask why or how I got that ridiculous name, but it's a tragedy." S he rambled on, reminding me a bit of Nudge for a moment, but I then shook the thought, focusing myself to see what she looked like, so I could remember her for help or something. She was an Asian girl, who was only 5'2 probably, so I towered over her. Her black hair was streaked with bright colors, and her bangs were dyed red, but other than that, she was decked out in mostly black, except for the plaid skinny cargo jeans she had, though they were covered up by knee-hi converse. Her top was mostly covered by a hoodie, but from what I could see, it was also black, and seemed to say 'Vampires SUCK'. In her hair was a head band made of… duct tape? With a my little pony taped on it. (a/n no offence to anyone who likes vampires. Also, this character is based on my friend, especially the 'my little pony' duct tape headbands).
"Nice shirt." I said, seeming to interrupt her speech.
"You like?" She said with a sly grin. "Maybe you like me too?" She said, getting closer. I gave her a face, and she slunk back to her seat.
"He's taken." Sasha said with a grimace. "She goes here too."
"Aww! All the cute ones are taken!" She said, disappointed.
"Scott!" Sasha said, causing a kid almost enveloped in the dark of the room to pop his head up from a book. "Scott, Nick. Nick, Scott." She said, pointing to us.
Scott was probably an inch shorter than me. He had blonde hair that covered his eyes, which were a strange color, because I couldn't see them clearly. He was decked out in black, and even had black socks on.
"Hi." I said.
"Hi." He said, before going back to his book. I have no doubt that we'll get along.
Just as I was sitting down, the psycho teacher decided that now was a good time to forget about meditating and to come make me express my 'talent'.
"Ok. Here's an easel, a canvas, and some paint. If I don't have a masterpiece by the end of class, it's an F, and you'll never pass my class! (a/n insert evil laughter here)" She cackled before scampering off into some yoga pose or what not. Around me, the rest of the class was chatting or hanging out. As I stared at the empty canvas in front of me, I searched my mind, looking for something to draw. I took a deep breath and picked up a paintbrush. Reluctantly, I dipped it in the black paint and drew a single, shaky line on the canvas.
"Ok, I'm done!" I shouted to the teacher. How did drawing one line feel? Overwhelming. Was it worth it? I don't know.
After that, I just sat next to Scott, because none of us really had anything to say. When the bell rang, I was rushing out of the classroom, only to hear:
"Stop! That boy is a geeeennnniiiooouuusss!" That teacher seriously had some problems.
My next class was English with Ms. Nagorski. I walked into the room, and mapped out an escape plan. In the far right corner, I saw someone facing the bookshelf. I walked over, thinking they could help me find the teacher.
"Hi. Do you know where the teacher is?" I asked. Wow, this is a really short junior. I tapped the girl on the shoulder… Wait! That's not a girl!
"I am she," She stated, whilst looking me up and down. "And you are?" She asked menacingly.
"Nick Walker." I said, staring at my shoes. Trying to be polite, I stuck out my hand to shake, because she didn't seem like a psycho.
"Ms. Nagorski, pleasure to meet you." She said nicely, and just then, the bell rang. "CLASS! SEATS NOW!" She boomed. I suddenly found myself using instinct, backing into a wall and blending in. How a voice that loud found its way into a body that small, the world will never know. She was like 5'1 and had wavy goldish grayish hair. She was dressed with a hiking outfit. She was probably 40 or 50.
"Class," she repeated, now that they were seated, "This is Nick." She said, pointing her hand in my direction, but her eyes seemed lost. Was I invisible? Crap. I shook my head as I visibleized myself.
"Where is he?" She said confused.
"I'm here." I said, tapping her on the shoulder. She gave a little jump.
"Where are you from?" She said with a big smile.
"Uh… DC." I said.
"Ok, anything you want to say?" She said, nudging me verbally. I heard some girls in the back, obviously 'popular' or whatever, gossiping about me and Max and even Iggy. Only 1 period, and they're already spreading rumors.
"Yeah. I'm not emo." I glared at the two girls in the back, who looked around the room scared.
"Ok then," said Ms. N, noticing the tension, "Nick, why don't you sit next to Isabella over there?" I looked around the room for a hand raised. I saw one, near the left hand side. As I sat down, she smiled a half smile at me before going back to her book. What is it with books and people at this school? I looked at her, knowing that she, only by appearance, could probably be more help than my new friends from art could be. Last time I saw Sasha, (5 min ago) she was trying to give herself a tattoo.
Isabella was small for a junior. She had mid-back length dark brown hair with natural blonde in it that was in frizzy, loose curls. She had blue jeans and a purple top with a dark blue hoodie and black chucks. Her face, with dark brown eyes, was relatively makeup free, aside from chap-stick, which was sticking out of her back pocket.
"Hey." I whispered.
"Hi." She said, and gave me a smile. "I'm Isabella DiStrella."
"Nick."
"Hi, Nick. I can help you find your classes or anything you may need. I kind of fly under the radar, so here's the laydown. Those girls are the popular ones" she said with air quotes."That kid, Scott, and his friends are goth or semigoth or hot-topicy. Jared and Mike over there," she said, pointing to some kids wearing basketball shorts, "are the jocks. Sami and Amanda are in drama with me, but I'm more of a library kid with Lili and Mike." She said pointing to a girl with short auburn hair and a slightly chubby kid who reminded me of a hamster-human hybrid the school had tried to make… (shiver)
"Isabella!" Ms. Nagorski shouted.
"Sorry Ms. Nagorski, I was just explaining to Nick how the grading policy worked and the class rules" she said so earnestly that I almost believed her.
"Ok, but let's get back to the lesson, ok?" Isabella and I nodded and began to pay attention.
After a few minutes, I leaned over and whispered, "You said you were more of a library kid." She just smiled.