Post by marriedinthesunx on Nov 15, 2008 15:38:22 GMT -5
A normal, healthy baby boy, the doctor had said. Ten fingers, ten toes, two eyes, one nose.
If only that doctor could convince everyone back at home, or anyone within the vicinity of him of this. Normal. Something that just didn't seem possible when you were a first year. The starched, proper dress clothes, the maze of a school and all the students who appeared to have more of a right to be here than himself. Every student here looked driven, intense and overwhelmingly superior against the short, wide eyed fifteen year old who could barely remember which dorm room belonged to him. Not that it truly mattered, his partner seemed to want to have nothing to do with him. His hand had been for a strong handshake but it had been ignored. Not a good way to start off the year, he mused.
It was to be expected that the second and third years would take their turns picking on him but to have other first years start in on him? Somehow, it seemed as if he had never quite left home in New York at all. All schools were the same and he'd be trying like hell to meet someone's, anyone's approval. Because he was not going to go through this school year without a single friend in the world. By no means did he strive to be the epitome of loser. He could upgrade to 'geek' anytime now and he wouldn't be complaining.
Hell comes with your own locker. Where had he heard that phrase from again?
No, he was going about this the wrong way. Popularity was all about the right attitude.
A positive attitude. Oh, and he could muster one up for the sake of his high school career.
If one were so inclined to find the distraught, but mildly empowered youth, it wouldn't be much of a challenge. After all, the boy stuck out like a sore thumb against the broad shouldered masses. If it wasn't that mass of unruly, bright blond hair, it was those fierce and almost nauseatingly cute blue eyes. The kind of eyes that belonged to an animated racoon from some cheesy Disney flick. He was baby faced which caused all facial expressions, no matter how threatening, to appear harmless. As frightening as a declawed kitten, and this was something that embarrassed him greatly.
Manly would come. I'd come when he grew a couple more inches, it'd come when he could finally grow some facial hair. It'd come when he least expected it too. The kids these days were so rushed to grow up, it was pathetic. A real waste of youth, a real waste of innocence. He'd look back on his days here at this moment in his life and feel nothing but regret. This was his world, this was right now. Not twenty years later.
Long, spidery fingers had anchored themselves into a patch of green grass, knuckles white and unaware of this. His subconscious mind was freaking more than he would ever know. Elegantly sculpted eyebrows were knit and furrowed, back bent in an arch and reading over the school map that was in front of him. Some would tell him it would make better sense if he were actually within the school and finding each location but, to be honest, the shy Greek boy didn't want to appear lost inside. Inside where people would notice his awful case of newness.
The skinny youth could be located right in front of the school, on the cropped lawn and already the knees of his dress pants were stained. The sun was beating down on his back and flushing his milky skin a rather rosy red. He burnt lobster red; so much for the perks of being Greek.
Silence was becoming quite comforting right about now.
"Calm down," he whispered to himself, exhaling a deep breath that he had been denying himself. "You can do this." You can go to a private school, you can make friends, you can handle living. "They're gunna like you 'cause you're super cool."
A little pep talk never hurt anyone, right?
It was just too heart breaking that his words were full of doubt.
Nothing could have prepared Nakita Lee Peterson-Charmichael for this new life.
If only that doctor could convince everyone back at home, or anyone within the vicinity of him of this. Normal. Something that just didn't seem possible when you were a first year. The starched, proper dress clothes, the maze of a school and all the students who appeared to have more of a right to be here than himself. Every student here looked driven, intense and overwhelmingly superior against the short, wide eyed fifteen year old who could barely remember which dorm room belonged to him. Not that it truly mattered, his partner seemed to want to have nothing to do with him. His hand had been for a strong handshake but it had been ignored. Not a good way to start off the year, he mused.
It was to be expected that the second and third years would take their turns picking on him but to have other first years start in on him? Somehow, it seemed as if he had never quite left home in New York at all. All schools were the same and he'd be trying like hell to meet someone's, anyone's approval. Because he was not going to go through this school year without a single friend in the world. By no means did he strive to be the epitome of loser. He could upgrade to 'geek' anytime now and he wouldn't be complaining.
Hell comes with your own locker. Where had he heard that phrase from again?
No, he was going about this the wrong way. Popularity was all about the right attitude.
A positive attitude. Oh, and he could muster one up for the sake of his high school career.
If one were so inclined to find the distraught, but mildly empowered youth, it wouldn't be much of a challenge. After all, the boy stuck out like a sore thumb against the broad shouldered masses. If it wasn't that mass of unruly, bright blond hair, it was those fierce and almost nauseatingly cute blue eyes. The kind of eyes that belonged to an animated racoon from some cheesy Disney flick. He was baby faced which caused all facial expressions, no matter how threatening, to appear harmless. As frightening as a declawed kitten, and this was something that embarrassed him greatly.
Manly would come. I'd come when he grew a couple more inches, it'd come when he could finally grow some facial hair. It'd come when he least expected it too. The kids these days were so rushed to grow up, it was pathetic. A real waste of youth, a real waste of innocence. He'd look back on his days here at this moment in his life and feel nothing but regret. This was his world, this was right now. Not twenty years later.
Long, spidery fingers had anchored themselves into a patch of green grass, knuckles white and unaware of this. His subconscious mind was freaking more than he would ever know. Elegantly sculpted eyebrows were knit and furrowed, back bent in an arch and reading over the school map that was in front of him. Some would tell him it would make better sense if he were actually within the school and finding each location but, to be honest, the shy Greek boy didn't want to appear lost inside. Inside where people would notice his awful case of newness.
The skinny youth could be located right in front of the school, on the cropped lawn and already the knees of his dress pants were stained. The sun was beating down on his back and flushing his milky skin a rather rosy red. He burnt lobster red; so much for the perks of being Greek.
Silence was becoming quite comforting right about now.
"Calm down," he whispered to himself, exhaling a deep breath that he had been denying himself. "You can do this." You can go to a private school, you can make friends, you can handle living. "They're gunna like you 'cause you're super cool."
A little pep talk never hurt anyone, right?
It was just too heart breaking that his words were full of doubt.
Nothing could have prepared Nakita Lee Peterson-Charmichael for this new life.
