"John."
You are again caught off guard. Why does he keep doing that?
"Yeah?" you ask, turning to face him.
"You aren't 16 yet, but it's just a few weeks away. I need to send you down earlier than planned. I'm afraid David will do something rash if we hold this off any longer."
So it really was that bad. You nod, confirming your okay. Your supervisor explains to you where you're going to live, where you'll go to school, and how you'll go about your daily life, He tells you that you'll have a guardian who will serve as your dad. You continue nodding, paying close attention.
All too soon, you're entering the chamber that will send you down. You take a deep breath, closing your eyes. You feel air rushing around you, then you feel nothing. You feel like you don't exist. Another second passes and you fall on your face.
"Ouch," you mumble, rubbing your nose and adjusting your glasses. You open your eyes, taking in your surroundings. You are right outside of a house. Your house. Your guardian must be inside. You stand up and cross over to it, entering and seeing your 'dad' in the kitchen, making cake. How predictable.
You offer a small greeting and abscond to your room. Once in there, you go over your objective, everything you know about Dave, and what you're going to do as the 'new student' at school tomorrow. You had to admit you were a bit excited, and nervous.
You changed into your pajamas (how did this stuff just get here?) and snuggled into the bed, falling asleep quite quickly in anticipation for the next day.
Your name is Dave Strider, and you're hanging by a thread. The bullying at school was a lot worse today than usual, meaning you got ganged up on and beat up. You really just wanted to end it all, but you were afraid. Bro didn't know that any of this was going on. What would he think if he saw your lifeless body? You keep this in mind and instead make a lot of thin, slender, bloody cuts on your arms. Nothing your sleeves won't hide.
Once you feel light headed, you stop. You sort of stumble to the bathroom, trying not to let your blood drip to the ground. Your bro couldn't find out about this, after all. You're slow to clean your cuts, and it's more difficult than usual to get the blood to stop.
You finish cleaning up, and make your way back to your room. Stripping down to your boxers, you collapse on your bed, falling asleep and hoping against all hope that you won't wake up.
Unfortunately for you, you do wake up. You groan as you sit up on your bed, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes. You decide to take a shower tonight instead of this morning, so you pull on your pair of black jeans from yesterday, and a plain white t-shirt, finishing it off with a black hoodie. You again pull on your red converse and shades and head downstairs, narrowly avoiding another smuppet attack on the stairs.
Today, you just have a bowl of cereal for breakfast, scratching at your arms absentmindedly as you eat. Once you finish, you grab your backpack and head outside. Because you're running early from not showering, you decide to walk to school.
You only pass a few people on your way to school, and they don't give you evil looks. They don't know you, so they have no reason to. You almost smile; Today is going fairly well so far.
You get to school about 10 minutes early, since you really don't live that far, and walking time and distance was small. You take the liberty of stopping by your locker before heading to your first hour English class.
On your way there, a kid you don't recognize runs into you. He looks up at you and squeaks an apology, before running off in another direction. Whatever. You watch him go before entering your classroom and taking your designated seat in the back corner of the room. You sit there, fiddling with your hair, shades, and school supplies while your classmates flooded the room. Finally the bell rang, signaling the start of class, and your teacher began the lecture.
A few minutes into the class, there was a knock on the door. Your teacher went over and answered it, and a few moments later, she was leading a new student into the room. Funny enough, it was the one who ran into you earlier. Seeing as yours was the only face he recognized, he took the empty seat next to you, deciding that you were going to be his new friend.
You glower at him throughout the class period, you can't help it. You aren't the most friendly of people, because you can never trust anyone. At the end of class, you make to abscond, but he stops you.
"Hey, I'm sorry for running into you earlier!" he says. You shrug at him in reply.
He scratches his neck awkwardly. "Um, well, my name is John. What's yours?"
You roll your eyes, but he can't see that.
"The name's Dave. Dave Strider," you tell him.
"It's nice to meet you! Well, what class do you have next?" he asks.
"Biology," you tell him.
"Oh, what a coincidence! I have biology next too!"
You groan inwardly. If you're gonna be stuck with this dork in all your classes, you swear you'll kill yourself here and now. Suddenly, John is showing you his schedule.
"Shit...," you mutter. You have every single goddamn class and lunch with him. He's oblivious to your despair.
As he drags you to your biology class, part of you is telling you to open up and be friendly. He's trying to be your friend, after all, and quite frankly, you need one. Something is telling you that he isn't like the others, probably because he's not kicking your ass right now. You think that maybe, just maybe, you can try to trust him, but only if he can prove himself. He's going to need to work hard to earn your trust, and little to your knowledge, that's exactly what he plans on doing.