Locker, meet nose. Nose, meet locker.
It seemed like Art was going to be the only quite part of the day I was going to be lucky enough to have. It was like after that period the fates thought they were making my first day too easy, so they decided to mix a little chaos into the misery cocktail. And so they did. As the Art room emptied out I watched the blue haired and silver haired couple slowly leave the room, inclining their heads in a silent farewell to the teacher, and continuing on their way. I gave in to the curiosity that was inexplicably itching inside me and followed them into the crowd, only to lose them in the mush of random people. Why did everybody seem to be at least 2 and ½ feet taller than me? It was practically impossible to see anything, so I stuck to the wall and tried to worm my way in the direction of what I hoped was my locker. The elbow knocking me in the forehead sent me reeling, and I found myself crouched on the ground, clutching at my throbbing skull, eyes squeezed tightly shut. Then all of a sudden I was hauled to my feet by what felt like, the hands of a bear.
"You okay kid? You got knocked a pretty good one didn't you?" I opened bleary eyes, looking up at a scraggly looking guy with a pair of goggles on and a toothpick in his mouth.
"Yeah ...fine..." he was kind of scary, in a 'where the heck is this guy from' kind of way.
"I'm Cid, a senior here. You need help navigating your way somewhere kid?" I squinted up at him, did I want help from him, he looked kind of... sketchy. But then again, who was I to refuse help at this point? I nodded my head in ascent and he smirked at me before ruffling my hair, making the room spin after the resent impact. "So, where are you headed?"
"The English department, I think." He smirked around the toothpick before beginning to move in that direction in front of me.
"So you're a first year then, are you?" I squinted at his back suspiciously. "I'm not stalking you kid, don't even know your name, it's just that all the first years have their lockers in the English department or the science hall, keeps things organized apparently, but you wouldnt know that because you're new here. Where you coming from?"
"My name's Roxas Strife, and I went to Hollow bastion public school." He laughed, before turning his head half way to throw me a half-smile over his shoulder.
"So you related to a blond brooding book worm named Cloud?" I squinted at him suspiciously again. "He was in my English class this morning, and he spent the whole time reading 'The Picture of Dorian Gray'. He's not the talkative type is he?"
I snorted. "He's my eldest brother and nah, he's not really a people person, he mostly just keeps to himself and busies himself reading."
"Eldest? How many do you have?" I sighed, here it came, the weird look like I was a pod person.
"I have 3 brothers, two older and 1 younger than me by a couple minutes, and two sisters each older than me by a couple minutes." I waited for the gasp, or the bulging eyed look, or... something. But all he did was smile.
"Hmm, well that's nice. Bet you never got lonely as a kid eh?" I smiled "Anyways, we're here, so I guess I'll see you around Roxas." He ruffled my hair again, and then spun and walked in the opposite direction, hands shoved deep into his cargo pockets. He was, weird, nosy, and really... nice, surprisingly so, if you judged him by his gruff exterior. I sighed and counted my way down the hallway to my locker, number 45, or at least, half mine, half Sora's. I spun the dial of my lock to each of the corresponding numbers, and swung open the door. But the door seemed to have swung open at precisely wrong moment for somebody else walking down the hallway while paying attention to his friend, and not to his surroundings. And it also happened to hit said person directly in the nose.
"Ow! What the fuck!" I gasped as my locker door was slammed back shut in my face. "Watch what you're doing shrimp!" I scowled and looked up to see who had been injured. He was tall with vibrant red hair, swooping tattoos on his cheeks, and a very sour expression. I shrunk back, expecting punishment from the angry man.
"Reno, it was obviously an accident, calm yourself. Maybe if you were watching where you were going you would have seen the metal door BEFORE you collided with it." I glanced to see who was coming to my defence, and saw a tall brunette with a scar across his face and a small smile gracing his lips. "Hi I'm Leon, and 'douche bag' over here is Reno, he has a problem with explosive bursts of anger." He said the last bit half whispered behind his hand, obviously not really making an effort to hide it from his companion, and smirked, throwing an arm around the redhead who was rubbing his nose.
"Well if you hadn't just finished informing me that my brother had hit on Mr. Goldberg again, I probably would have been paying more attention to my surroundings. I mean what is that kid thinking? He's going to end up with charges for sexual harassment. I'm worried!" Leon snickered at Reno.
"Okay, firstly, you're two minutes older than him, so don't call him kid, and secondly, if he's a pervert, then you are too, If not more so. So quit it." Reno stuck out his tongue at him and he laughed, getting swatted at playfully before pulling Reno into a sideways squeeze hug. "See you around kid; I've got to get this idiot to class before Mrs. Bowman gives us detention for a week." He gave me a small wave, and I blinked owlishly. Why did my life seem to involve a whole lot of pain? And random people I don't know talking to me, and then leaving really suddenly? I sighed and opened my locker, silently hoping for an event-free remainder of the day. That wish, I'm sorry to report, went ignored.