Finding where i belong

Finding where I belong

I woke up in a daze, rolling over to check the time on my nightstand.
“Holy fuck” I grunted, it was 8:00 and I was going to be late if I didn’t hurry. I leached myself from out of my bed cursing under my breath. I pulled some cargo pants out of the laundry basket and whipped them on along with my favorite long sleeved Metallica hoodie, Great. I was going to show up to my first day of a new school looking like a slob, oh well, its not like ill end up trying any other day of the year.

Well if you would like, heres a little information on myself, my name is Will, no not short for William its Will, and im a girl. Im 5’6 and a slight bit underweight for my height. The kids in middle school teased me about it, they called me everything from chicken legs to freaky twig chick. But who gives a fuck about that right? Anyways back on track, I have long dark brown hair, but easiest to just describe it as black. It trails down to my lower back in odd layers, im aware its really not perfectly cut but ive grown fond of it this way. Im pale with faint freckles thrown across my nose and cheeks, and my almond shape eyes are a groggy swamp like color, is it grey is it blue? Who the fuck knows.

A little about my life? Well I grew up in orange county, have some good friends have some enemies but in all reality everyone knows each other in a small town like this. I grew up with a single dad, he was my role model, his name was Todd. He played lead guitar in a successful local band called minor murder. I would go to his gigs as often as I could to cheer him on, he would always seem so happy and him and his band members, well they were the best of friends. One day I got home from school and found a note on the door, it said
‘ will, I love you. Please never forget that, I know you’re young but try to understand please, and will, don’t try to come inside until the police are done.’ I saw no police so I burst inside and saw my dads limp dead body hanging from the ceiling fan, and just like that the light of my life burnt out.
So, I guess that’s the main tragedy that plagued my life, but it was 3 years ago and ive taught myself to look past it, to keep him in my heart. Now I live with my aunt, a loving home that I can deal with, my past has kept me although tough and somewhat, numb.

I slid into my bathroom and took a glance in the mirror, my long black hair was a mess, I combed it back but eventually gave up and threw on some eyeliner. I took a little extra time fixing myself but the bags under my eye from lack of sleep still seemed to be the main attraction on my face. I grabbed my bag and a couple joints, a pack of cigarettes and a light from my room, hopefully their will be some time to light up today. I kissed my aunt goodbye and started on the short walk to my new high School, it was called riversburg High. What a fucking cliché name. I arrived to the school grounds 5 minutes before the first bell rang and decided it was enough time to smoke. I lit a cigarette up and lingered around the other students that were smoking. I took a glance around at the other kids. None of them were rough looking like myself, they all had a certain groomed look, even the pierced up metal heads id been seeing. Damn I hope looks don’t become an important aspect here.
Suddenly I was startled by someone behind me.

“Hey can my friend have a- oh sorry did a startle you?” said a medium/short blond haired kid

“no no, what were you saying” I mumbled, not interested in making friends, or doing anyone any favors.
“could my friend here have a cigarette, he’s got a real hankering and he couldn’t ask for himself” the kid implied

“shutup Johnny” barked the other boy, he had messy black haired and a skinny figure.

“oh yeah sure” I replied in a impolite manner, fumbling around my pockets to pass the kid what he wanted. He thanked me sincerely and implied that him and his friend really owed me. I nodded and looked away, the kid came closer and introduced himself

“hey im Johnny, and my friends name is Brian, but everyone calls him Syn. So whats your name?”

“Will, nice to meet you both” I unexcitedly stated, still in a groggy state from this morning.

“You didn’t tell me your name!” Johnny exclaimed

“its Will” I was getting tired of these guys

“oh, sorry will, maybe we will see you around”

“yeah” I said. His friend coldy nodded and they left. What idiots, god whyd I give them a cigarette too.
The day progressed on slowly, My classmates were preppy and unfriendly, the world seemed cold and gloomy.I was not a good listener, nor was I motivated. I was starting to think I was suffering slowly, but those who suffer ache and I don’t even feel the pinprick of emotion.

Clang! The sound of the bell swept me off my feet and without hesitation I left the classroom for my last class of the day, it was musical introduction, hmm seemed somewhat interesting I guess.
Where was the band room now, room 125. I searched for a good 10 minutes but I could not for the life of me find it. Finally after 6 flights of stairs I saw the cursed room. I approached the band room and immediately regretted taking the option, the two guys from earlier today sat sprawled at the front of the class along with another three boys. I tried to avoid their glances but then I heard Johnny’s voice echo across the classroom and interrupt the stern looking teacher.

“Hey Will! Come sit!” I shot a look of un amusement his way and found a seat by the exit.
“excuse me Miss whats your name?” the teacher asked me

“will” I mumbled towards him

“well Will, what makes you think you can interrupt my class by coming in late and disturbing my lecture?” he angrily interrogated me

“sorry” I muttered in his direction

“you don’t seem sorry enough, if it happens again you’ll be joining these gentlemen in detention for a week”
out of the corner of my eye I saw one of Johnny’s friends mocking the teachers impolite gestures, I smirked in his direction and he smiled at me genuinely. It wasn’t quite enough to raise my spirits though. This whole day was complete bunk, I hated this damn place already.

It as almost the end of the class and I had daydreamed through the teachers boring lectures long enough, it was definitely time to go home already.

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