Strangers Paradise

Chapter 1.

I could hear the ringing of my alarm clock go off as I woke from my slumber and arouse from the warmth of the bed. Standing it didn’t take long before I doubled over feeling a sharp pain in my lower chest where a few ribs were badly bruised from the previous night. I stand and walk out of my room grabbing a fresh pair of untouched clothes waiting on the desk next to the door and head strait for the bathroom to take my morning shower. As I stand there and let the cold icy water rush over my body I flinch as it pounded on a fresh bruise upon my left shoulder. At the same time I could faintly hear above the spray of the water my parent’s downstairs rush about trying to find misplaced items that were more than likely right in front of there faces. Once finished I step out and dry off dressing myself in my worn-out ripped baggy jeans and black muscle shirt. I grab my thick leather wrist bands/bracelets and carefully place them on until they reached about the middle of the lower half of my arms. Hiding the hideous scares and cuts from slicing myself; although I don’t even know why I bothered it wasn’t as if anybody would care. Dipping my indexed finger into the black shadow case I darkly place it around my eyes after tracing them with eye liner to hide the reality of how swollen and purple the skin around my brown eyes actually really are. Once done I walked out of the bathroom and down the stairs of the old two story house and into the kitchen. My mother was already sitting at the table and smiled weakly at me as I entered the room, but when she realized that it was me who had walked in she smiled through a hollow stare. It didn’t take long before she started to yell at me for taking so long to get dressed, but I ignored her of course as I always did since this was her usual morning rant. Then out of no where I was turned harshly around and greeted with a slap across my face by my father who now stood towering before me and started to yell also about listening to my mother when she spoke. ‘Why?’ I wondered. They never seemed to listen when I spoke so why should I care about what they had to say? I turned away knowing better than to bother than to prove a point with them. Grabbing my leather jacket along with my bag I quickly walked out the kitchen door. Heading down the street and a couple of miles more I walked before I reached my destination. I entered the open school gates and stare at the empty campus. I’m early at least by an hour and no more, but that’s okay its how I like it. It was my only time for solitude, a time for me to actually think, and to actually feel. In all the sixteen years of my life I’ve always wondered if anybody would ever really care about me. No one ever had so far and if they did then they were no longer in this world. I didn’t know what was worse a broken home with two alcoholic parents who couldn’t stand the very sight of their own child or the school from hell were I am continuously bullied and hated and when that isn’t the case I’m always just invisible to all of them. Such decisions, but just as I was contemplating an answer a light tap fell upon my right shoulder crashing my thoughts while I sat on the courtyard grass. I turned my head to look at my intruder’s face while also thinking who the hell would be here this early in the morning besides me when I saw this boy for the very first time. He looked about my age maybe even a little older. I stared at him in silence for a moment as he stated that he was new and lost and wondered if I could show him to the main office. I take in a deep breath remaining in silence and examine his looks. He had long shouldered length pitch black hair tied nicely in a low ponytail with bright blue eyes. His cloths consisted of a white wife beater under a short sleeved dress shirt that was kept unbuttoned over it and he wore nice slightly tight jeans. I thought about just ignoring him at first, but soon nodded gently and stood only to notice this stranger to be several inches taller then me, but not too tall. He seemed to run along similar thoughts as I caught him observing me as well. I run a hand through my short spiky hair as I lead him inside a near building and down one of the main halls stopping at a door near the end that read on it Principle James Hawkins. The other boy smiled kindly and thanked me as I just turned and walked away. I didn’t care for his gratitude though, once he got the hang of this place he’d be just another asshole trying to step all over me. Believe me nothing ever changes.
~The blonde boy coldly walked away from me as I stood at the door to what I presumed was the main office. I thanked him, but got no response from the shadowy character. I placed my hand upon the knob and opened the door while knocking at the same time “Come in!” is what I heard from a rough edgy voice. Stepping in I give a respectable bow as you had to at my old school and here my first day begins. “Well hello there may I help you” said from a man I had assumed to be the principle who half yelled cheerfully “Yes I’m here to pick up my class schedule, since it’s my first day here.” I replied. “Ah yes…Margaret!” the man yelled out while leading me to a desk where a large dark woman sat at in the corner of the room. “Margaret could you please pull up a class schedule for a…?” he trailed off waiting for me to fill in the blank. “Andrew Watson” I answered “An A. Watson!” he shouted “Yes sir!” the woman replied after him in a mid toned voice as she frantically started typing on her keyboard “Andrew is what you said right?” she asked me and I nodded before printing it. “Ok Mr. Watson here’s your classes all in order, along with a map of the school grounds. All your classes are 55 minuets long each, lunch is 35, and you are allowed only12 absences before you lose class credit tardy’s are not usually excepted unless it has something to do with medical needs, but considering your current position I believe the school can make an exception. So off you go your first class starts in 15 minutes.” “Ok thank you ma’am.” I said and then left.