A Walking Travesty
Meet Jack
JACK’S POV
ALL THE, SMALL THINGS
I groan and flip over, turning my alarm clock off. I grab my phone off of the nightstand and squint as I check for texts. None. Of course. I don’t know why I expect any honestly. I just moved here.
I already miss D.C. I had JUST started making new friends at my old school, and now I have to start over. It fucking sucks. I don’t know anything about this school either. At my old school, there were a few kids like me. I was just too embarrassed to approach them. When I finally did, I was so happy. We all loved the same music, same style, same everything. When I told them I had to move, we were devastated. I’ve been in Baltimore for 3 months now and they barely even text me. Some friends.
I drag myself out of bed and walk to the bathroom. I start the shower and while waiting for it to warm up, I strip down. I look at myself in the mirror, confused on my appearance. I like how I look sometimes, but others I feel too thin or too lanky. I shake my head and hop in the shower.
The steam surrounds me and fills my lungs. I sigh out happily, enjoying my favorite part of the day. I wash my hair, deep in thought on how today will go. I might be really outgoing, but I can be shy in certain situations. Starting a new school makes me shy as hell. I just really hope I end up finding someone with the same likes as me.
I rub the soap over my stomach and touch my scars lightly. I close my eyes in disappointment. I used to self-harm about 2 years ago, and it still haunts me. I see the scars of my past every damn day and it drives me insane. What am I supposed to say if someone were to see that? It’s clearly self-mutilation. I’m just grateful I don’t do that type of thing anymore.
I quickly finished my shower before I can get too deep in thought. I wrap a towel around my waist and pad out into my bedroom. I check the time and realize I have 8 minutes until I have to leave. Shit. I quickly throw on my favorite Blink 182 shirt and slip into my black skinnies. I put on my favorite battered pair of Converse and jogged into the bathroom. I brushed my hair and straightened my bangs. I took one look at myself and figured it was good enough.
I trot downstairs into the kitchen. My mom is sitting on the couch watching the news. My dad? No idea. He left when I was 4. Haven’t heard from him since. My mom is my hero; you could say I’m a little bit of a mama’s boy. I grab a piece of toast she left for me, and snatch my car keys off of the counter.
“Mom, I’m heading off to class now.” I called to her as I came up from behind her. I planted a kiss on her cheek.
“Ok sweetheart. Have a good first day! And be safe please.” She looked up at me with her giant brown eyes. I grinned and darted out the door.
I drive to class blasting Blink 182 in my 2005 Chevy truck. I drum my fingers against the wheel, bobbing my head to the beat. I speed past a car with a girl I can’t really make out and a boy who looks about 15. I can hear they are blasting “Tragic Magic” by Falling in Reverse. I fucking love that song.
I pull up to the school and grab a parking space. As I get out of my car, I get about 3 dirty looks thrown my way. Confused, I keep walking towards the building. All of a sudden, I hear:
“Blink 180 GAY.”
I turn and look at a guy who has long blond hair and screaming blue eyes. He snickers at me and walks away.
So that’s how this is going to be? Great. That wasn’t even a great insult.
I shake it off and try to find my homeroom. I manage to find my 3rd, 4th, and 5th period class. I actually found everything except for my damn homeroom. I hear the first bell ring and cuss under my breath.
What to do.
Where to go.
I decide to run to the principal’s office and ask where the hell to go. I remember passing that before the cafeteria…or was it after? I run towards the cafeteria and run into a teacher on my way. Excellent!
“Hi! I’m Jack. I’mtryingtofindroom321.” I quickly say, trying not to be too late.
Riiiiiinnggggg
Fuck. There goes my chance of being on time.
“If you go down this hallway, take a left, and follow that hallway all the way down, it should be the last door on your right.” The teacher smiles at me understandingly.
“Thankyou!” I call back over my shoulder as I sprint off to my homeroom.
I sprint down the hallways and throw open my homeroom door.
“Hi. Sorry I’m late.” I mumble, trying to play it cool.
“And you are?” The teacher asks, giving me a weird look. He looked to be about 60 with a stick up his ass.
“Jack Barakat. Transfer student.” I hand him my transcripts and look around the room, trying to analyze everyone. All I see are a bunch of snapbacks and giant buns. All of a sudden, in the very back corner I see a girl. At a glance, she looks sad, but beautiful. She doesn’t look like the rest of these girls. I make eye contact with her warm, hazel eyes for a split second, until the teacher interrupts us.
Fuck.
“Go ahead and take a seat in the back.” He gestures towards the only two empty seats in the room. Right next to that girl. I need to know her name.
I control every bone in my body, so that I don’t run up the aisle. I take a seat next to her and wait for the teacher to resume his lecture. When he starts to draw on the board, I turn to her.
“Hey, I’m Jack.” I grin at her friendly. She has blond hair and hazel eyes. She’s wearing a “Defend Pop Punk” shirt. I can tell immediately we are going to get along.
“Um.. Hey I am Emma.” She looks nervous, as if no one has ever talked to her before. Why would no one want to talk to this girl? She looks awesome.
I open my mouth to say something else but she turns to her notebook and begins to doodle. She looks like she is in very deep thought. Her blond hair falls across her face, hiding it from me. I want to talk to her so bad, but she clearly wants nothing to do with me.
I grab my notebook out and scribble on a paper:
So what music do you listen to? :) I like your shirt.
I rip the paper out of my binder and fold it up to pass to her. I look at her and realize I shouldn’t push it. I crumple the paper up and toss it in my bag. I should just pay attention to this class. There’s always time to talk to her I guess…
ALL THE, SMALL THINGS
I groan and flip over, turning my alarm clock off. I grab my phone off of the nightstand and squint as I check for texts. None. Of course. I don’t know why I expect any honestly. I just moved here.
I already miss D.C. I had JUST started making new friends at my old school, and now I have to start over. It fucking sucks. I don’t know anything about this school either. At my old school, there were a few kids like me. I was just too embarrassed to approach them. When I finally did, I was so happy. We all loved the same music, same style, same everything. When I told them I had to move, we were devastated. I’ve been in Baltimore for 3 months now and they barely even text me. Some friends.
I drag myself out of bed and walk to the bathroom. I start the shower and while waiting for it to warm up, I strip down. I look at myself in the mirror, confused on my appearance. I like how I look sometimes, but others I feel too thin or too lanky. I shake my head and hop in the shower.
The steam surrounds me and fills my lungs. I sigh out happily, enjoying my favorite part of the day. I wash my hair, deep in thought on how today will go. I might be really outgoing, but I can be shy in certain situations. Starting a new school makes me shy as hell. I just really hope I end up finding someone with the same likes as me.
I rub the soap over my stomach and touch my scars lightly. I close my eyes in disappointment. I used to self-harm about 2 years ago, and it still haunts me. I see the scars of my past every damn day and it drives me insane. What am I supposed to say if someone were to see that? It’s clearly self-mutilation. I’m just grateful I don’t do that type of thing anymore.
I quickly finished my shower before I can get too deep in thought. I wrap a towel around my waist and pad out into my bedroom. I check the time and realize I have 8 minutes until I have to leave. Shit. I quickly throw on my favorite Blink 182 shirt and slip into my black skinnies. I put on my favorite battered pair of Converse and jogged into the bathroom. I brushed my hair and straightened my bangs. I took one look at myself and figured it was good enough.
I trot downstairs into the kitchen. My mom is sitting on the couch watching the news. My dad? No idea. He left when I was 4. Haven’t heard from him since. My mom is my hero; you could say I’m a little bit of a mama’s boy. I grab a piece of toast she left for me, and snatch my car keys off of the counter.
“Mom, I’m heading off to class now.” I called to her as I came up from behind her. I planted a kiss on her cheek.
“Ok sweetheart. Have a good first day! And be safe please.” She looked up at me with her giant brown eyes. I grinned and darted out the door.
I drive to class blasting Blink 182 in my 2005 Chevy truck. I drum my fingers against the wheel, bobbing my head to the beat. I speed past a car with a girl I can’t really make out and a boy who looks about 15. I can hear they are blasting “Tragic Magic” by Falling in Reverse. I fucking love that song.
I pull up to the school and grab a parking space. As I get out of my car, I get about 3 dirty looks thrown my way. Confused, I keep walking towards the building. All of a sudden, I hear:
“Blink 180 GAY.”
I turn and look at a guy who has long blond hair and screaming blue eyes. He snickers at me and walks away.
So that’s how this is going to be? Great. That wasn’t even a great insult.
I shake it off and try to find my homeroom. I manage to find my 3rd, 4th, and 5th period class. I actually found everything except for my damn homeroom. I hear the first bell ring and cuss under my breath.
What to do.
Where to go.
I decide to run to the principal’s office and ask where the hell to go. I remember passing that before the cafeteria…or was it after? I run towards the cafeteria and run into a teacher on my way. Excellent!
“Hi! I’m Jack. I’mtryingtofindroom321.” I quickly say, trying not to be too late.
Riiiiiinnggggg
Fuck. There goes my chance of being on time.
“If you go down this hallway, take a left, and follow that hallway all the way down, it should be the last door on your right.” The teacher smiles at me understandingly.
“Thankyou!” I call back over my shoulder as I sprint off to my homeroom.
I sprint down the hallways and throw open my homeroom door.
“Hi. Sorry I’m late.” I mumble, trying to play it cool.
“And you are?” The teacher asks, giving me a weird look. He looked to be about 60 with a stick up his ass.
“Jack Barakat. Transfer student.” I hand him my transcripts and look around the room, trying to analyze everyone. All I see are a bunch of snapbacks and giant buns. All of a sudden, in the very back corner I see a girl. At a glance, she looks sad, but beautiful. She doesn’t look like the rest of these girls. I make eye contact with her warm, hazel eyes for a split second, until the teacher interrupts us.
Fuck.
“Go ahead and take a seat in the back.” He gestures towards the only two empty seats in the room. Right next to that girl. I need to know her name.
I control every bone in my body, so that I don’t run up the aisle. I take a seat next to her and wait for the teacher to resume his lecture. When he starts to draw on the board, I turn to her.
“Hey, I’m Jack.” I grin at her friendly. She has blond hair and hazel eyes. She’s wearing a “Defend Pop Punk” shirt. I can tell immediately we are going to get along.
“Um.. Hey I am Emma.” She looks nervous, as if no one has ever talked to her before. Why would no one want to talk to this girl? She looks awesome.
I open my mouth to say something else but she turns to her notebook and begins to doodle. She looks like she is in very deep thought. Her blond hair falls across her face, hiding it from me. I want to talk to her so bad, but she clearly wants nothing to do with me.
I grab my notebook out and scribble on a paper:
So what music do you listen to? :) I like your shirt.
I rip the paper out of my binder and fold it up to pass to her. I look at her and realize I shouldn’t push it. I crumple the paper up and toss it in my bag. I should just pay attention to this class. There’s always time to talk to her I guess…
Notes
Hey guys, this is definitely a filler/fluff don't worry there will be more good stuff to come I promise! Been a little busy this weekend. Not my best :PThanks for the support everyone c: I've been feeling a little better.
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