Nikolas

Today was my first day of school. Nothing of interest would likely be going on. School would likely be a waste of time, as it always was. I don’t learn anything or try very hard, because simply, I have lost all hopes of going to college and getting a degree. My dreams have been crushed for me, so why should I try that hard. After all, my only goal was to get through the year alive. I didn’t want anything more than that. I didn’t need anything more than that.

I walked to the bathroom half-asleep. The room smelled of wet cat and apples. I looked in the mirror, examining every detail of my face. My dark brown eyes had bags underneath more bags, because I wasn’t getting all that much sleep. My thick, sandy brunette hair was messy. I looked horribly scummy and I still donned my thin mustache. With one last sigh, I opened the shower curtains that were decorated with roses and vines. I turned the water on and hopped into the shower because I really needed one.

I thought about what school would be like. I would probably end up being horrible. After all, I wasn’t very good at making friends and I wasn’t interested in it to begin with. I had friends, don’t get me wrong, but they all live back in nom. Even though I was sad to leave them, I was still very happy to leave that godforsaken place. My dad lived there and that’s all that mattered. Even being in the same city as him is unbearable. I hate that man with a passion.

After I was finished wiping myself off, I wrapped the towel around my waist and picked out a black comb. I ran it through my hair, placing each hair in it’s correct alignment. I went towards my room. Carefully, I picked out of one of the boxes a red, v-neck t-shirt, a pair of blue jeans, and large, black converse for my big feet. I looked pretty decent today. I guess I’ll be alright. As long as I can make it through this year, I can make it through every year. How hard could it possibly be, right?

I walked out the door to where my schedule said the bus picked up and waited with my backpack in my left hand and my schedule in my other hand. The sky was clear and the sun was out. It was chilly, but not so chilly that I needed a jacket or anything. The bus shows up at the corner and I climb up the mini staircase that leads to all the seats. Suddenly, my phone lights up alerting me of a text and I go to read it. I glare at the screen, thinking the picture that has been sent to me and the message that went along with it. My fist tightens and my face begins to redden, but I stop myself from letting the anger get the best of me. I sigh heavily and go back to my music.

I tell myself, “Just make it through the year, Nikolas.”

I arrived at school around seven fifty-five. My eyes widen at the sight of the campus. The first two words I can think of are “big” and “dirty.” The outside was decorated with organized flora. The inside was dusty and I could tell it was like that all across the school. Gum hung underneath the tables in the cafeteria, which was where the buses dropped me off and as it seemed where all the kids would talk before the school actually started. All throughout the cafeteria, I heard jingling wallets, feminine snickering and voices of individual students. The room smelled like body odor and dirt. As kids went past me, I could almost taste the dust rise up off the tables and ground and corners of the walls. It wasn’t a very pleasant place to be waiting. This wasn’t like my other school where you could go wherever you like before school started. You could talk to friends before school started if you had them. It was very different from here, although, I was only there for about a year.

My thoughts were interrupted by the sudden pushes of students leaving the cafeteria. I guess the bell rang for the start of school. I readjusted my backpack and began walking. Moving at a slow pace, I looked behind me to see a girl with beautiful eyes, a delicate bluish-gray color. Her eyes just really stuck out at me, I guess, but don’t get me wrong, the rest of her was quite pretty as well. Her sandy-blond hair was cut in a short haircut with bangs that were longer in the front. It looked boyish in some ways, but somehow, still sassy and girlish at the same time. Her face was soft and gentle-looking, her nose being small and rounded and her lips being thin with a natural light pink hue. Her body was slightly slender with an hourglass figure and she was of average height. She wore brown glasses that contrasted nicely with her bright blue dress, and the dress matched wonderfully with her pure blue eyes. As pretty as I thought she looked, that wasn’t why I was concerned with her. From the looks of it, she was being bullied by a boy that was far bigger than her and that bothered me greatly.

The guy was of above average height, towering over most of the people here at school. He had dark brown hair that contrasted with his pale and veiny skin. His eyes were an emerald color and his lips were dry and chapped. He wore a black shirt and jeans, accompanied by a cheap snapback and expensive-looking gym shoes. He was kind of muscular, but not muscular enough for me to be afraid of or discouraged from getting into a fight with him.

It was my own belief that a girl should never be hit. Doesn’t matter what her age is or her size or anything, but a girl should never be hit. Girls should be treated with respect no matter what. It doesn’t matter to me what they did to deserve it, they shouldn’t be hit. And when a guy like that gang up on a girl, I will intervene.

One of the boys took the girl up by her dress and tossed her to the ground. His lips formed a demented grin as he spoke words I couldn’t exactly make out. The girl’s head hung low after falling, but she was determined to get back up. As she struggled to get to her feet, the large guy struck her right back down and frowned. His lips moved again.

I quickly got out of line and ran over to where the girl stumbled. Neither of them seemed to notice me yet, so I decided to form some words.