Chapter 2: Highschool Tomorrow
I am so nervous. Pacing back and forth like a caged animal. Not yet. Tomorrow is the first day back to high school, a different high school again. Tomorrow is the first day to my last year. This is terrifying to me. After high school they say it gets better but I think it'll only get worse. Plus you know, having to add changing high schools every year to the problem is kind of annoying.
Let me catch you up to date, I am 15 years old and I am negative about nearly everything in the physical world, I don't do communication. Actually life would be easier for me if everyone just shut up. Harsh but beneficial to me.
"Gabriel! Dinner is ready" I heard Danny say from the stairs. Food! Highlight of my day. I sprinted downstairs ready to gobble up whatever Lucy made me, Lucy is my step mother, my dad married her five years ago, she's nice but not exactly the mom type.
"Dorky Gorky, nice of you to join us" Argh Cindy, another reason to dread tomorrow. Cindy is my step sister, unfortunately, she was my tormentor throughout the short time we've known each other. She's tall, blonde, cheerleader kind of girl. Sitting down at my place on the table, right to wear my dad usually sits but as usual the seats absent. A plate was placed in front of me, looking up I stare into big blue eyes, smiling my thanks before starting to devour my food. That was Danny, my step brother, he's the only one I tolerate, he's the tall, muscular, smart guy in school, he was someone I looked up to for the reason he was able to put up with Cindy longer than I have.
"Excited for school tomorrow Gabz?" Danny said after swallowing a fork full of potatoes. How attractive. Note the sarcasm. Swallowing my chicken I opened my mouth ready to tell him 'no actually I am not looking forward to being pushed into walls as girls in skin tight clothing strutted by sinking me even further into depression.' But unfortunately Cindy bet me to it.
"Of course she is! Another year in a different school, forcing us to move because of her issues with people. Not like we are suffering or any-" She was interrupted by Lucy, who stormed in after hearing what her daughter was saying. "That is enough Cindy, don't blame Gabriel for everything, you know full well she can't help it." I looked down at my now empty plate, bit like my heart felt now. It was nice of Lucy to try but it just made me feel worse. Standing up I moved towards the stairs with a weight in my empty heart and a tear in my eye. I can't stop this. I can't help that I see it, all the time, anywhere, everywhere, it's always there. Why can't I just be normal?