Hiding in those weak and drunken hearts.

I sat in the, passenger seat, of my mum’s car, trying to control my breathing. We had just moved to America, from England, and it was my first day at school, since the move. We moved, for numerous reasons, but the main being, due what happened in the past. My parents, thought it would be good, to move away, from the place that caused me so much pain.
I sat in the car, earphones, planted, firmly, in my ears, and blasting the sweet sounds of, Foo Fighters, into my ears. I looked out the window, and thought about England. What if, the same thing happens? What if, this time, no one cares? What if, I am never found? My chest clenches, and my breathing picks up. All these thoughts, rush to my brain, and before I know it, my mum is pulling over, and trying to calm me down.
“Shh, baby. It’ll be okay,” She tells me, rubbing my back, gently.
Her voice sooths my nerves, and I begin to relax.
“You okay?” Her voice is etched, with worry and fear.
I nod slowly, and blink away tears. She smiles softly, and pulls me into a hug. When she pulls away, she plants a kiss on my head, and continues to drive. I know, since we had to stop, I am going to be, slightly late.
We pull up, out the front of the school, no more than a minute later. As expected, I was slightly late. Students, were walking up to the big, brick, building, and making their way inside. I let out, a shaky breath, and unbuckled, myself, from the car seat.
“I’ll walk you to the office, baby,” My mother said, resting a hand on my shoulder.
“Won’t you be late then?” I asked, looking up at her, curiously.
“I told work, that I would be coming in a bit late, as I had to take you to your, first day at school,” She explained, making me feel, slightly better.
I sighed, and opened the car door, jumping out, and swinging my bag over my shoulder. My mum, got out with me, and shut the car door, locking it. We wandered, up to the school, getting looks, from the last few kids, who hadn’t gotten into the school yet. I guess I should have expected it. It was the middle of the school year, and a pale, British, boy, walks into the school, with his mother. I would have stared if I was them, if I was being frank.
“You alright sweetie?” My mother asked, as we entered the school.
I nodded slowly, looking around. Lucky for me, the office was the first room, when you entered he school. We walked in, and were greeted by, a smiling woman, and the scent, of printer ink.
“Hello,” The woman said, in a cheery tone, “What can I do for you today?”
“Hello there, Judie,” My mother smiled, back, reading her name tag, “Alexander, here, is new. We have come to pick up his schedule.”
“Alexander Gaskarth?” The woman, named Judie, asked, looking at me.
“Yep! That’s him,” My mum beamed, looking at me.
“Okay. Give me a minute,” And with that, Judie, turned to the desk, behind her.
She pressed a button, and held a, small, hand held, microphone, up to her mouth.
“Would, Robert Dawson, please come to the office.”
The words, echoed loud, and powerful, across the halls, making me jump, and shake.
“It’s okay, Alexander,” My mother soothed, turning to me, “You’ll be fine.”
Judie, turned back around, saw the scene, and gave me a sad smile. I hate people, pitying me. She handed me, my schedule, and map of the school.
“JACK YOU DIP SHIT!”
I let out a little yelp, at the harsh voice, and began to shake. I felt a panic attack coming, but tried not to show it. In came, 2, rather, energetic, boys, yelling and fighting.
“THE OFFICE ONLY CALLED FOR ME!” A boy with, a light, buzz-cut, and slight stubble, yelled.
“I thought I would accompany you,” The second boy, with crazy, black, and the lightest stubble, grinned.
“Ahem,” Judie cleared her throat, capturing the attention of us, “Robert, I would like you to show, Alexander here, around.”
“It is Rian, Jude,” The one called Robe-er-Rian, said.
“Okay, Rian,” She smiled, they must be close, “Will you, please, show Alexander, around the school?”
“Sure dude,” Rian smiled, at me.
“Where you from man?” The other boy asked, looking at me.
“Um, England,” I muttered, looking to the ground, fiddling with the paper, in my hands.
“Nice,” Rian smiled, “Cool accent.”
I nodded, not looking up from the floor. I heard my mum, sigh, from my left.
“I better get going sweetie,” She said softly, placing a hand on my shoulder, and apologising, when I jumped.
I looked up at her, pleading for her, to take me home.
“Bye Alexander,” She waved, exiting the office.
“Bye,” I mumbled, looking back to the floor.
“Soooooo,” The crazy haired, boy said, dragging out the O, “What subject do you have?’
“Geography,” I mutter, looking at the schedule, “D15.”
“COOL!” The same boy, screamed, making me flinch, “Me and Rian here, have the same class.”
“Let’s go Alex,” Rian smiled, slinging an arm, over my shoulder.
“It’s Alexander,” I mumbled, pushing his arm off, and walking to the door.
The pair, followed me, and ran off down the halls. I sighed, thinking that they ditched me, and looked at my map, hoping I would find my class on time.
“OI!”
I jumped.
“COME HERE!” The black haired boy, called down to me.
I shuffled over to the boys, looking down at the ground.
“We’ll take you to the class,” Rian smiled, looking at me, “We’re not THAT mean.”
“Okay,” I whispered, not looking up.
They smiled at me, warmly, but never easing my nerves. We walked down the halls, slowly, but surely, reaching D15. Rian, opened the door, silencing the teacher’s rant. He looked to be in his early 40’s, with black hair, slowly turning to grey, and dressed in a simple, white, button-up shirt, with an purple, striped tie, and black dress pants. He turned our way, and frowned.
“Mr Barakat, Mr Dawson, why are you late, again?” He sighed, in a monotone voice, “Also, who is this?”
“Well,” The one referred to as, “Mr Barakat”, grinned, “This is our new class member, Alex.”
“Alexander.”
“Well, Alexander,” The teacher said, straightening up, “Why don’t you introduce yourself to the class.”
“Okay,” I mumbled, speaking up, “My name is Alexander William Gaskarth. I am 15 years old, and moved here from England, Essex to be precise. I have an older half-brother, and a pet dog called Chloe.”
I stood there awkwardly, waiting for someone to say something.
“SEXY ACCENT!” Someone in the back called, making the class laugh.
“MR IRWIN! SEE ME AFTER CLASS!” The teacher, who I was yet to learn the name of, yelled.
“KAY SIR!” He called back, smugly, he must be the trouble maker of the class.
“Okay, Alex,” The teacher said, ignoring the boy, “Please take a seat, and I am Mr Glazebrook.”
“Okay, and it’s Alexander sir,” I mumbled, shuffling down to the back, where the only seat was, up next to the window, next to “Mr Irwin”.
“Whatever,” He mumbled, voice never changing from it boring monotone style.
I sat down, and Mr Glazebrook, began to start the lesson back up again.
“Hey, I’m Ashton,” The boy next to me said, putting out his hand.
I shook it, noticing he had a thick Australian accent, which I had never noticed before.
“Also,” He continued, dropping my hand, “Cut the shy British boy shit, my crew and I, are the only foreigners here, so piss off.”
I gulped, nodding, turning my attention to the front.
“Good,” The boy smiled, turn to his side, and throwing a piece of balled up paper, at a girls head, making her cry out in shock.
Great, my first lesson and I have already made and enemy. This day couldn’t get any worse. Oh how I was wrong.

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