Adam

It's almost Thanksgiving now. The past few months have been fine for the most part. Doing school work, or assignments were a breeze and I was starting to look into after school activities. I was a little slow to the game in this field of wanting to get out there, but you can't blame me, I'm still getting use to these Americans and their customs, even if they are fairly similar to ones I had back home.

Jack said maybe I should do the hockey team. I already decided to join it, but what was I gonna do in the spring for a sport. I mean, Basketball is always up there, I played 6 years of it a few years before I started high school. I stopped in eighth grade which was 3 years ago. I would be a little rusty but still probably able to join the team.

"Adam, would you help your mother set the table!" My step father Roger called up the stairs to my room. I was in the middle of studying for a very important mid-term that was coming up. I sighed pulling out my earbuds and pausing the music that was playing on my phone, running down the stairs to help my mother out.

I hadn't talk to her much since I had gotten here, and I was less talkative now that school started up. She hasn't tried talking to me, but seeing her strained smile, I knew that being so distant from her in her own home was basically like torcher.

"Hey mum." i said trying to strike up a conversation with her. I was never good with social skills, never. She smiled at me.

"Hey hun, what's up?" She asked handing me plates and the utensils on top of the plates.

"Nothing really, I mean school here is much different that back ho-I mean in Canada." I keep forgetting that America is my home now. Since my father was killed, and I moved here Canada being my home was a thing of the past. My mother gave me a reassuring smile.

"Well I'm glad you are getting use to it here. Roger and I were worried things would be harder on you with such a sudden change." I nervously laughed setting out the plates with the other utensils at everyones spot.

"Me, having troubles phfff, na, I'm perfectly fine here mum. I'm fitting in pretty well and I have a few friends." Lies, all of that nonsense I'm blabbing about to my mother are lies. To be honest, I haven't really made any friends yet. I have been to busy trying to adapt to the new environment of people, people that are complete strangers to me. Well there is one kid that is no stranger to me, but honestly I don't think he would count on the possible friend list.

"That's so good to hear Adam." my mother said turning off the burners on the stove and grabbed the pan of steamed broccoli. "Would you go let your brothers know it's time for dinner?" She asked pulling out some serving spoons and started to cut up the cooked meat. I nodded, quickly rushing upstairs. As much as I love my mother, I really know nothing about her. I lived in Canada with my dad and his boyfriend most of my life, well, no all of my life up until now.

I wonder if I could have stayed back in Canada, I mean, My dad's boyfriend pretty much treated me like his own son, so there might have been a chance he could have legally become my father. I guess it's to late to find out now.

"Raven! Jack! Mum says to go downstairs if you wanna eat." I yelled down out small hallway as I disappeared into my room. I was almost done unpacking it. I had a few loose things here and there, and some boxes were still filled with things. I'm not much of a fast unpacker so I am only just now finishing.

I rummaged through one of my recently started boxes and pulled out a picture frame of me, My dad and his boyfriend Keith. We were at Niagara Falls in the photo. I was maybe 14 at the time. I looked so happy and bubbly back then. Now here I am, probably going into an emo phase.

The next day started out like any other day. I would get up, scarf down some breakfast, my bro's would drive me to school and we would all head off into our classes. Classes would run rather quickly, maybe have a test in some of the blocks.

It was around 4th period that things started to go down hill for me. Now mentally, for most of my life I have been stable, mainly because of the Antidepressants that I take to keep myself from depression. There are a few days that my medication doesn't work, and today was one of those days.

I walked into my 4th period, Jason also being in that class, and did my best to avoid him at all possible chance I could. I was sitting doing my work that we were given to do since we had a sub in the class, and out of nowhere I started freaking out.

It started out slow, the bummed out mood, then it went to me being all depressed, pouty and feeling like absolute shit. Around the halfway mark of the class I just asked to leave to go to the bathroom and dashed down the hall, locking myself in a stall. From there I started to break down. I don't even know what put me in this state, but I felt so worthless.

During my break down the door to the bathroom opened and the door to my stall rattled. There was someone outside my stall, and they definitely wanted to get in. I was slightly scared which didn't help me that much. Soon the guy was able to swing my stall door open and get a good look at me, and you would never have guess who it was.