And It's Disturbing...

The sunlight bounced off of my favorite band’s CD case and directly into my eyes. At that exact moment, my alarm clock went off. I drug myself from the warmth of my favorite blanket to the cool bathroom. I stripped naked for my morning shower. I brushed my teeth and washed my face, then headed back into my room. I threw on my new pair of skinny jeans and a cool looking graphic tee and my newest grey hoodie and my grey converse. I went back into the bathroom and teased my hair to perfection, not that anyone would notice or comment on it anyway. Dashing down the stairs, I get a call from my mom. “Hey, are you awake? School today.” She asked the sound of wind could be heard in the background. “Yes, mom I know.” I sigh grabbing a bowl of Reese’s Puffs and turned on the TV to watch some Pokémon. An unexpected knock at the front door scares the living shit out of me. I rush to the door to see my mom with a new shadow. “Good morning.” She said kissing me on the cheek and pushing past me. The guy that was behind her followed her into the kitchen. I finished up my cereal and leave for school.

I walked for about twenty-five minutes before arriving at the front entrance. “Hey, Ervin!” a girl called closing her locker and running over to me. I looked at her. She smiled at me. “I heard you really have a girlfriend.” She stated. I hated these rumors that people spread. Everyone knows it’s not true. “Uh, I really don’t.” I say looking at my locker. There was a guy standing next to it. His longish brown hair styled into the perfect mess. I’ve never seen him before. “Hey Ervin!” the girl yelled looking at the boy, too. I jumped and turned back to her. “Do you wanna study with me during study hall?” she asked smirking at me. I got a bad feeling in my stomach, but I had nothing to lose. I wasn’t popular, I wasn’t cute and I was odd, so why not? “Uh, okay. Sure.” I nodding looking back at my locker, but the boy was gone. The girl laughed and pushed me. “My name’s Sydney.” She said. I nodded. No need to introduce myself. “That was Cameron.” She sighed. The bell rung and the hall began to clear as I packed my backpack and ran off to my first class. I tried to slip into the class, quietly, but was caught after my backpack strap got stuck on door handle.

“So nice for you to make it to class, Mr. Buljubastick.” the teacher Mrs. Windily said. I smiled awkwardly at her. “It’s Buljubasic…” I said. She brushed me off and I went to my seat. She sat behind her desk scanning over the attendance before she actually took it. Principal Benson walked in and announced a new student. I laid my head on my desk. I was totally uninterested in this kid, just another jerk to treat me like a joke. No thanks. “Mr. Burns, I want you to introduce yourself.” Benson said the guy went to the front of the classroom. “Hey, I’m Cameron Burns. I like music and stuff.” He paused for a moment then looked back at the class. “That all I wanna share right now.” He announced. Benson nodded and asked the class to welcome Cameron and be kind to him and all the bull crap that adults like to ask of us. The class kind said welcome and Cameron nodded. “Mr. Buljubastick, can you please sit up?” Mrs. Windily requested. “When he sits up you can take the seat beside him.” She said. I lazily picked my head up from the desk and looked at the boy. He picked up his backpack from the ground and swung it onto his shoulder. “Have a good day class.” Benson said taking his leave.

I pulled out my supplies for class. “We’re going to start a group project. I’ll pick the groups.” The class collectively groaned and detested the idea, but Windily was set on the groups. “Cameron, Maranda, Sydney, and…” she paned over the students looking everyone in their eyes; I was slightly uncomfortable. “Ervin.” She said. My mind faded to black as I died on the inside. I had the worst group ever. “There’s a slacker, a cheerleader, and a new kid?” I asked myself in a whispered tone. The sounds in the room began to fade into dead silence as I thought over a topic for our project. Once I snapped back into reality, my group was watching me. “I have a topic.” I whisper. My nerves taking over; the group just looked at me. “We should talk about the history of music.” I closed my eyes to hide from the looks they would give me. Maranda’s face twisted into a frown and Sydney blank faced my idea. “We have nothing to lose, I guess.” Cameron said leaning back in his chair. Maranda and Sydney agreed and the bell rang for next period. I trudged to my next class with an unwarranted feeling of being watched, but I always have that feeling.  I turned the corner to continue my trek to second hour.