A/N: Hey, guys! So you've probably forgotten about this story, and to be hyonest with you so did I! Only because for the past 7 months I've been thinking that my writing isn't good enough and none of the stuff I write should be uploaded onto FanFiction, but now, thanks to a helpful beta (trypophobica), she's been helping me improve my writing...yay!
Anyways, I hope you like this chapter and I will probably be updating once a week but if I don't do this you have permission to slap me n_n
Stepping into the reform school hallway was like stepping into a different world for Kendall.
Firstly, he never thought his rude, arrogant behaviour would land him in a reform school. (Sure, he had ticked off his parents, been suspended a few times - but he never thought it would lead to this!) Secondly, the place was so freaking clean.
At home - when he was there - his room was as dirty, if not dirtier,than a barn. No matter how many times his father would tell him to clean his room, or even use the impending threat of him getting kicked out, the room had still been filthy.
"Bastard..." Kendall muttered to himself. Any thought of his father just made him angry. He could never understand how his mother could even stand to sleep with the man!
For Kendall, his father was just a bigot who thought that Kendall being gay was just a 'phase'.
"Who? Me?" someone quipped from the corner of the hallway. Kendall spun around, trying to see the person who thought that talking to him was okay.
In a dark corner of the hallway was a boy shorter than Kendall, with short brown hair and dark eyes who was smirking at him as if he knew exactly who Kendall was thinking about.
"Why would I be talking about you? I don't even know you," Kendall replied, ticked off that someone was talking to him on this dark day . "How about I give you a black eye? Maybe that'll give you something to talk about!"
"Woah, woah, woah! Somebody's touchy - - just so you know, that kinda attitude won't sit well with the teachers here." the unknown boy replies, still with that freaking annoying smirk!
"Why would I even care? I'm getting out of here as soon as I can." Kendall answered, nonchalantly. As far as he was concerned, homework and good behaviour were to be the only things on his mind while here.
"That 's not the first time I've heard that." The boy replied, chuckling.
"Well , this time, you better believe it." Kendall said, scowling.
"Whatever, dude. My name's Logan Mitchell, by the way. Seeing as you may or may not be staying here for a while - you still need a friend." Kendall doubted the last part, he didn't need anyone - except his dog - he was cool with just being alone, it was easier that way. But if someone was offering to be his friend, who would it harm to just say yes?
"My name's Kendall Knight, but don't get too used to seeing me around here! 'Cause like I said before -"
"You're not staying long, yeah, I know!" Logan said, cutting out Kendall. "So..." Logan continued. "How come you got dumped here?"
"Is it any of your business?" Kendall asked, already turning back into his original self.
"No, it isn't, but I know we don't get sent here for exemplary behaviour, we're 'nutcases'." Logan said, rolling his eyes sardonically.
"I can assure you, Logan," Kendall said his name witha sneer. "That I am not a 'nutcase'."
"So why are you here?" Logan replied, slyly.
"Still none of your business, dude!" Kendall exclaimed. What he did - or what he didn't do because it wasn't even his fault - was going to stay with him until death.
"No, but it'll be easier if you just tell everyone what you did." Logan told Kendall, trying his best to give him some advice.
"Nah, I'm good!" Kendall said in a tone that stated that the conversation was now over.
After standing in silence for five minutes, it started to become awkward, and Logan spoke up and said: "So tell me: why were you roaming the halls?"
"Oh, yeah, I'm kinda looking for the office..." Kendall started to trail off, not wanting to ask for his help - no fucking way was he gonna beg some maniac for some help!
"Well, I'm guessing you'll need my help." Logan said, before starting to walk off.
"Where are you going?" Kendall asked, stupidly.
"The office!" Logan called back, already far ahead.
As they walked down the hallway in comfortable silence, Kendall wondered whether or not he had a made a friend on his first day of school. He continued to follow Logan while paying attention to the amount of turns and stairs they were taking to get to the office.
"Here we are!" Logan said with a smile.
"Oh, yeah, thanks." Kendall replied, grimacing. The finality of it all had just hit him, knowing that as soon as he stepped into the office and collected his uniform and his dorm key - that was it! He would be stuck there until his mother (or most likely his father) and the school, think it's okay for him to leave because right now he's a 'liability'.
"Yeah, I'm going to have love you but leave you, buddy. My free period is nearly up and I've got to meet someone for my Science project." Logan said, breaking Kendall's train of thought.
"Okay, Logan, see you around," Kendall replied, trying his hardest not to show that he was really scared of going into that office.
Kendall knocked on the door and waited anxiously for his fate. "Come in!" shouted a croaky voice.
Kendall turned the door knob and stepped into the dusty and cramped room. There was paperwork everywhere, stacked so high he was unable to find the holder of voice that called to him from outside.
"I'm over here!" the voice shouted again.
"Where?" Kendall asked, puzzled.
"By the painting of the school!" the voice exclaimed again.
On the other side of the tiny room, Kendall saw the painting of the school and started to walk towards it, hoping - and praying - that he didn't knock over any of the paperwork.
He was in a cold sweat by the time he had reached the painting and looked down to see a woman in her late sixties, hunched over a typewriter.
"So modern," Kendall thought to himself.
"Name?" she asked plainly.
"Excuse me?" Kendall answered, confused.
"Your name, son! I don't understand what's so confusing about it."
"My name is Kendall Knight, ma'am."
"Oh, Knight! The boy who -" Kendall scowled , silently begging her not to finish her sentence.
"Well, never mind! We're to help you get better and be ready to enter society as a better citizen." Kendall tried not to chuckle, it sounded like she was reciting from a book.
"My name is Mrs Carter," she continued. "I am the heart of this school! Without me the whole place would fall apart." she said with a giggle.
Kendall just nodded his head, not thinking her job was as important as she made it out to be. "So if you need any help: come straight to me... Unless it's about homework, then I can't help you with that - but anything else!"
"That's good to know, thank you." Kendall replied with a small smile.
"Anyways, here's your map of the school; your timetable; your dorm key - you'll see here that your dorm room is D12; you'll be sharing with three other boys - and, finally, your uniform and uniform instructions."
"Uniform instructions?" Kendall said with a raised eyebrow.
"Yes, if you're uniform has not been ironed or styled in the correct fashion, you will be punished," Miss Carter replied with a sadistic smile. "Now off you go! We want you to be settled in as soon as possible!"
Kendall was quickly ushered out of the room and into the hallway. He then took out his map and walked down the hallway to his new home: D12.