A/N: This is just a little note here. This chapter is gonna mention this really sweet anime called Recorder And Randsell, because, well, I based Abe off myself a little. It's about a high school girl who's abnormally short, with a brother who's in kindergarden but is like, TALL. It sounds corny, but it's really sweet and I think you should, weather you love anime or not, give it a try! It's on Crunchyroll for free users now :D PM me if you need a link!
I woke up in a cold sweat, panting. I wiped it off and sighed gratefully. "It was just a dream, thank god.." I muttered to myself. When I got up, the bathroom was already occupied, so I went back in my room to get dressed.
As usual, I never knew what to wear. It's not like I cared about my looks, but at the same time, I can't always tell what clothes can go together. I soon found my favorite Black Veil Brides T shirt I asked for, and some black pants. I opened my backpack. All of my supplies, a used up art journal, and an extra one in case I needed it was in there. I hoped to get a degree in art and English literature. As I combed my hair, I wondered if I would make any friends. When I was done, I put on some sneakers, and checked the bathroom again. It was unoccupied. I went in, shut the door, and did the rest if the necessary things to start the day.
When I walked out of the bathroom, I smelled food. Like a dog, I followed my nose. In the kitchen were pancakes, syrup, and bacon. "Whoa! Someone's been busy!" I exclaimed as I walked towards the table. "Oh yeah, today's your first day, so I'm going to whip up something special." Piper told me. "Good morning Abe." Wyatt told me in a sweet voice that almost made me squeal. "Good mshssj Ab!" Again, Chris copied, but couldn't get the words right. I chuckled. "Good morning." I said back. Leo walked in, with Paige and Phoebe orbing behind him. "Morning. Hey, Phoebe, Paige, there's this thing called a DOOR. Try it sometime." I pointed out, "Can't we try to have a somewhat normal morning?" Leo turned to them, "Can't say I don't agree." he said. Paige pointed at Phoebe defensively, "She thinks I'm her freaking taxi service!" she exclaimed. "Hey!" Phoebe exclaimed back, "You said yes!" "Reluctantly!" I coughed on purpose. Phoebe and Paige glared at me, and that made me laugh harder. Chris decided to join in even though he had no clue what just happened. Wyatt got up and hugged his aunts, and of course, his father.
When Piper served me two pancakes, I immediately poured the syrup. Billie walked in, looking perfect as ever. "Morning guys." she yawned. Okay, now I wanted to melt. Billie served her food and walked by me, kissing me on the cheek. I pushed her a little. "I love you, but not at the table please." I told her, assuming that was the right thing to do, "Right Piper?" I turned to Piper for assistance. "Please not at the table." Phoebe interrupted before Piper could nod. "Sorry, I couldn't help myself." Billie said as she sat down. I quickly ate my pancakes and grabbed a few pieces of bacon. Everyone stared at how quick I ate. I looked up and felt a little embarressed. "Don't tell me you didn't do this when you first had Piper's cooking." I told them. "Well, not that quickly.." Paige admitted. "Exactly." I said. "I'm glad you like my cooking, but at least enjoy the food!" Piper exclaimed. "I already am." I said, then I turned to Phoebe and Paige. "Which one of you can drive me? I don't have a driver's permit." I asked them. Billie didn't say anything, so I assumed she couldn't drive herself. "I can if you two want." Phoebe said, "But why not have Paige orb you?" I looked at her like she had to be messed up in the head. I facepalmed, mumbling "baka." "What?" Phoebe asked, leaning in closer. "I want to get there normally, without the exposure." I explained, still saying 'baka' in my head. "Well, it's not like we don't try to be normal, but get used to the orbing." Leo told me. "I can try." I said.
When Billie and I arrived thanks to Phoebe, I thanked her and I walked in with Billie. "Do you need help getting around?" Billie asked me. "Yeah." I said, wondering which classes was where. Suddenly, a girl placed her arm around my shoulder. "Don't worry, Billie, I'll make sure your friend isn't late. It seems like we have all of our classes together." she grinned. She seemed okay, and quite chatty. Her black, curly hair shined on her tan skin, and her light blue eyes were gleaming with love. I felt a little uncomfortable. "Err, okay? I have creative writing today.." I stuttered nervously. If I thought the girl's grin couldn't get any wider, I was WRONG. "S-so Billie, I'll see you after class, okay?" I told Billie, I was praying she wasn't jealous. She was. "Seeya." she said calmly as the girl dragged me through the hallway.
"Oi, Oi!" I exclaimed angrily. She stopped running. "Don't 'Oi' me, you japanese fanboy, what is it?" she asked. How did she know? I suddenly realized my Recorder and Ransell backpack. Of course, I mentally slapped myself. "Sorry, but I don't even know your name." I said, panting. "Sorry..I'm Lexie Miller." she said, holding her hand out. I shook it. "Abe Slifer." I said. We both walked in our classroom.
My teacher, Mr. Burner, already knew who I was. Lexie sat down. "Good morning, sir, I'm Abe, the new student." I said, holding my hand out. Mr. Burner grinned and shook my hand. "Pleasure to meet you. Please take a sit next to," he paused, scanning the room, "Wesley Ryder." he pointed at a guy in the back of the room. He had his head down, as though he did not want me to sit with him. I sat next to him, since all the desks were joined together. He looked up at me. His features flat out said EMO. Blood red dye stained the long stand of hair that covered the left side of his face. Scars, luckily, weren't covering any part of his arms. He had ocean blue eyes, and a fair color. "Sup?" I said to him. I noticed that he was fidgeting with his hands. "H-hi.." he said meekly. "You don't need to be nervous. Look, if you want, I'll be silent." I suggested. Wesley's eyes widened a little. "No, t-that won't be necessary. We have to work together anyway." Wesley replied.
Mr. Burner began to speak. "Today we are going to do another group essay. The topic is," he wrote on the board, "ROLE MODEL." Already, millions of names were scrolling through my head. I turned to Wesley. "Tell me who you want to write about." I told him, poking him so he'd lift his head. As if he didn't notice before, his eyes widened at my shirt. "Andy!" He shouted, filling the whole room, "Andy! Andy!" Everyone turned around in our direction. "H-hey, keep your voice down." I told Wesley. "Dude!" A guy with messy black hair shouted to me, "You got Sven to talk!" Mr. Burner shushed him, and looked at me. "I'll admit, I'm also impressed." he said. "I don't quite understand, but whatever." I said as I took out two sheets of paper and a pencil. "Andy Biersack it is." I said.
Unexpectedly, Wesley knew just as much about Andy as I did. He rambled on and on about him, and I did my best to write every detail. Sometimes, he had to repeat, but he didn't hesitate to. At the end of class, we filled both pages. Now, we just had to wait for our grade. That was my only class for today, and I had to wait until wedsday for my art class.