warnings: mention of murder, alchohol(i cant spell that word to save my life)

i may or may not have named the teacher after one of my old teachers.

so its been three days since we moved here, and now apparently i have to go to school. first day, on a thursday. great. i was told over breakfast, that i had prepared, i didnt eat because fuckk that shit. so i am currently standing in front of the local highschool wearing this:

but before i continue with the day, just a couplel of things:

so the guy i stabbed? yeah he was never found, reported as a missing person which is odd considering i did not hide the dead body...

we now have normal groceries

i have more alcohol from the place that doesnt care what age you are to buy it, with no place to store them nicely.

okay, back to today.

I dont want to go into this building. But i have to.. Do i? I probably should. I will. I take steps w=foreward until im at the door. I take a breath before opening them. The halls are deserted. Well thats to be expected, i did get here twenty four minutes.. Maybe an hour..either could be true.. late. I quickly find the office and explain the situation of i dont know where the fuck any of the goddamn classes are. The deak lady human pointed to a guy sitting in a chair at a desk in the corner, leaning back on the two back legs, his legs up on the desk in front of him, and said that he would help me find my classes. I walk away, towards the boy.

He had brown hair, he was wearing a grey sleevless hoodie thing andd jeans. As well as a fox mask? Dont ask me why, i wouldnt know the answer. Anyways, he seemed to be zoned out, so me being me i decided to kick the elg of the chair he was leaning back in. he fell to the floor with a thump followed by loud swearing.

He stood up, anger filling his expression, looking for the person who made him fall. When his eyes landed on me, he froze, eyes wide. Time passed, about a full minute of him just staring wide eyed at me. What a fucking simp.(i looked it up, the word simp was around in the 80s, in fact it was around in the 20s, it is a shortened version of simpleton.)

I waved a hand in front of his face, snapping him out of his faze of staring.

"You.. um your the new student. Right?"

He stumbled over his words. I nod to answer his question.

"Your voice is almost as pretty as you are."

I spoke without thinking, And hes back in the wide eyed state. Great. I snap in front of his face, brining him back into reality once again.

"I need to uh.. Sh-show you to your classes.."

I nod, showing him the timetable i was given on a piece of paper.

"O-oh. you have the same class as me for the next two blocks."

I respond with a nod, waiting for him to show me the classroom of hell, which is math. Yes, math first thing in the fucking morning, i know. Why do schools do this?

Anyways as i was thinking of how shit math is, we began to walk through the almost colourless halls, passing classrooms i try to take note of but immediately forget. Suddenly, he stops walking, stopping right in front of a boring door with 'mr. brooke' on the name.

"Yeah. um welcom to hell i guess."

He says, voice nervous. As he reached for the door, i coujld tell he doesnt like this class. Stepping inside the classroom, we are met with silence from the students as all heads turn to us, well more to him, they havent noticed me yet.

"Running late again, mr. afton. Dont do that."

As mr. brooke spoke, i could see who i now know as 'afton' freeze up, this time out of nervousness.

"I was told to help the new student find their class."

The teacher was taken back by this, checking his emails, probably looking to see if 'afton' was telling the truth. Mr. booke found something, read it through then turned back to 'afton'.

"I was e-mailed about that. Go sit down."

'Afton' did as mr. brooke said, going to a seat in the back row, one away from the window.

I walked in after that, everyone looks at me. I kind of hate it. I walk up to the teacher, saying im the new student. He tells me to go sit in the empt chair in the back row.

I look over, thats the one next to the window and 'afton'. Lucky me. I walk over, passing by people staring and whispering to one another. I sit down, shoving my bag to the floor as i stare out the window, not bothering to pay attention to the lesson.

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