Chapter 2

As I thought that my first day of school will be like that of a movie, turned out to be total buff. It wasn't that when I entered the building of Casper High, all the students pointed out to me that 'look, the new kid', it was more like they were used to freaks like me, that they didn't give a second glance at me.

I also noticed that the school was divided into cliques, which made my job of socializing more difficult. Besides, my genre was quite and freaky.

My parents had dropped me off to school, other than my sister, who left last night after a huge lecture of what I should and should not do. It helped I guess, the lecture I mean.

I took hesitant steps which made me look like a 'diseased ferret', I'm sure, in the eyes of my peers. All my life listening to different kids calling me that made me acquainted with the word. I entered the admin's office so that I could get my class schedule list and locker number.

As I left the office I felt trapped, why, because I thought that someone was watching me. I turned around and saw a group of girls, who were looking at me and giggling, it was like they were taunting me. I figured that those were the people Jazz warned me about. I still had a few minutes till the school bell, so I went for my locker, it wasn't hard, Locker 724. It was a rusted old locker, but it didn't matter.

I put my combination in it and saw an average sized mirror in it.

Before I had time to inspect it, the bell rang. I went to my first class with Mr. Stewart Lancer, English.

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As I entered my class I searched for a vacant seat which I found at the end of class. I sat down, and noticed my surroundings. I saw the same girls I saw earlier looking at me again. I looked away again. They were smirking.

"It'll be our little secret"

I tried to block out that voice by covering my hands over my head.

And that was when an out of shape teacher with a bald head came in. Clad in a tie, Mr. Lancer.

"Good Morning students!" it was a grim voice that sounded too cheery. But at least it blocked out my thoughts, and...memories.

There was a few murmurs of greetings. But the teacher dismissed it. He saw a paper on his desk and pointed out at me, possibly because I was new and he wanted me to introduce myself, all the while he was inspecting the paper.

I stood up and tried not to sound hoarse, "My name is Danny Fenton and..." my knees buckled and I sat down. Hope it didn't look like I fell. But the same girls giggled and a few bulky boys looked at me maliciously and cracked their knuckles, I winced.

The teacher, I guess, figured out that I became weak kneed, carried on himself, "He is a new transfer student, I hope all of you will make him feel welcomed." He casted a stony glare at the boys who were cracking their knuckles and smirking at me. They all but looked innocently at the teacher. Mr. Lancer took out a book from his desk and started the lesson.

"So students are you familiar with the 'Cask Of Amontillado'? It's a classic horror tale, have any of you heard about it?" he looked expectantly at the students, who at this time had completely tuned out the teacher. There were a few who mumbled something.

"Does anyone know who wrote it?" again he looked around for any signs of life. He started walking around in the class. Then a girl with curly black hair and green eyes looked up from her desk and said, "Is it Longfellow?" she was talking about Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. I couldn't help but smile. He wrote...

"No Ms. Grey, Longfellow wrote poems not stories. Anyone else?" at that time he passed by me, I had scribbled the name of the writer on my notebook. It was cursive, and I hoped that he saw. He did as he nodded, and he moved on towards his desk, "It was Edgar Allen Poe."

And then he gave us the introduction of the story and the writer while kids threw spit balls and notes in class. And I silently took my notes.

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After the bell rang, indicating the end of the period. I gathered my things as all the students ran out of class. I was the last one because I did not want to be pushed around in the hallway.

As I approached the door Mr. Lancer called me. I tensed, because this was my first day and I didn't even know how I got in trouble. I slowly walked towards the teacher's desk as I kept my head down.

He must've understood that I tensed because he assured me that I was not in trouble.

"Mr. Fenton, I am quite surprised that you knew the answer earlier, yet you didn't say a word. Is there a problem?" he asked me softly, I answered him without looking up. After shrugging, "Most people were eying me like meat, I didn't want to be called geek or something for the rest of my high school life."

He nodded, "You know, it is said that if you make a friend on your first day of school you're doing okay."

I smiled as I looked up, I had a feeling that he was going to be my favorite teacher, "If my English teacher is the first friend I made today. That would be...sorta' depressing" I ended with a shrug. I guess that didn't sound insulting or something because the next thing I know he started laughing, or maybe he thought of me as a geek too like the rest of the human population.

"As you wish, if you need anything Daniel...just come to me okay?" he turned around to gather his things, and he gave me a hall pass. I nodded and smiled, I reached the door when he called me again.

"You have something tangled in your hair."

I brought my hand to inspect my hair and found a spit ball.

Yuck!

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The rest of the day went fairly well, I attended all my classes, and took my notes as all the students snored and the teacher remained oblivious to it.

It was normal until lunch. I went in the lunch room, so far no lunch invites came my way. But I wasn't surprised, this was high school we were talking about. I silently took my lunch bag, mom had insisted I take on my first day, and saw a vacant seat at the corner of the room. I went there and sat down. I opened my lunch and ate in peace. I looked around to see any familiar person from my Neighbourhood.

I saw Violet Stephen, she used to be my friend. She was my neighbour, and we used to play for hours. She had ebony hair, much like my own and dark brown eyes. If I would've looked at her years before when we were young, she would've smiled and waved at me. But now when our eyes locked, she looked away with a sneer. Violet is a nice person underneath the parts of her that hate everybody. .

Same faces, Different attitudes. I realized that now. I looked at my food and ate silently, not giving a care to the world as it didn't give a care to me.

That is, until a Hispanic girl who was one of the girls who were giggling at me earlier.

She came and sat down beside me. She was batting her eyelashes. She was dangerously close to me.

I looked up from my meal and smiled as I greeted her, "Hi!" again I hope that didn't sound weak. She just giggled as she put her hand on my thigh. I gulped, as I started sweating a little. No one came this close to me. Other than her...

"It'll be our little secret"

"How bout' we go elsewhere" she raised an eyebrow at me and smirked, her hand was going higher and higher.

"Please! Stop!" I tried reasoning with her, this wasn't going to end well and I knew it. I tried moving away, but I felt numb. She came closer and whispered in my ear, "Why should I?" I snapped. I took her hand away from me.

Wrong Move.

Because the next I knew I was pushed of the table by a boy who was taller and stronger than me. He was wearing a leather jacket. He had blonde hair. That was all I could make out before he punched me, and right in the eye. I hit the floor with a thud. He was snarling at me. He spoke in a nasally voice, "You messing with my girlfriend you fucking freshman." He came forward to hit me again, but his friends, I suppose, stopped him.

I lay there on the cafeteria floor, nursing my black eye.

A kid with glasses took me to the nurses office.

I was too shocked to even ask his name.

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"Ow"

The nurse gave me an icepack. I was going towards the school bleachers. apparently I opted to keep my parents in the shadows about what happen. They said that they were going to a science convention, and thought that they would be late. The nurse was kind enough to tell me that there was a school football game. She told me that I could stay and wait there.

As I crossed the bleachers, I was looking for an empty seat.

"Ow"

It wasn't fair, that girl was groping me, and her boyfriend beat me up. I didn't do anything. The boy who took me to the nurse's office left early. I still couldn't get his name. The nurse asked me what happen. But I couldn't utter a word. Because I didn't want to give that guy another reason to hate me, but mostly because I couldn't speak.

I finally found a seat, it was the only one to the end. It was in the third last row. I went their and asked the boy who was an African-American with glasses. He was too consumed in the game to even notice me approach.

"Um, excuse me" he looked up to me, it was dark outside but not overly, "can I sit here?" I asked him.

He nodded, "Yeah, no problem man" he smiled and I opted to smile as well. I sat down. He extended his hand, "I'm Tucker Foley, you can call me Tuck, or Tuckerino as well." I chuckled as I shook hands with him, "You must be the new freshman, right?" He asked me, I nodded, "Yeah, I'm Danny Fenton." I hadn't see this guy in my class, or maybe I missed him in the crowd.

"Yeah I can see that," he pointed at my black eye, "nasty welcome party, I was given one as well. It didn't heal before my third week." He laughed, and for once I felt that he didn't laugh at me.

"I didn't see you in any of my classes." I asked him, I wanted to make sure that...

"Oh! I was in the corner of the room, but I saw you. Man girls were going gaga over you." he said laughing all the way. This person was not judging me. I was surprised. Until I heard the most beautiful voice ever from behind me.

"I don't leave you for like one minute and you book my seat to some..." I looked at her with wide eyes and gasped, "boy with pretty blue eyes" she murmured.

I was entranced, she was so beautiful. She had ebony hair that went up till her shoulders, she was wearing a baggy shirt with a red cross that looked like it was painted, and shorts, giving a view of her pale creamy legs. She was wearing cowboy boots that went below her knees.

But what entranced me the most was her beautiful lilac coloured eyes. I was gawking, but I didn't care, I wanted to keep this moment, for the rest of my life.

She smiled warmly at me and scooted me further and sat down beside me.

"So you're the new shy kid, I'm Sam Manson" she introduced herself, and I still couldn't come out of the stupor.

I was looking at her hand like crazy, finally I gathered the courage and slowly brought my hand and shook hands with her. I still couldn't say my name. So Tucker introduced me himself, "This is Danny" he pointed his thumb at me, I couldn't stop shaking her hand. But she didn't seem to mind at all. Her skin was so warm and soft against mine.

How could have I missed her in my class.

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Okay so people I think that this story is becoming more popular than the other one. I am flattered by your reviews. Lots of love to my viewers. And I just wanted to make things clear that by this time you would know that I am making minor differences in this story. okay so maybe not minor, I wanted to say that you know that Tucker is Patrick by now. I will not be making Tucker gay, because come on. I don't mean to sound bad bu still. I will be adding dialogues and stuff from the book and movie. so thank you for your positive feed back. I will try updating soon.

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