One

In this Chapter, you will meet my first character, Jamie. I will be changing Point of View's a lot in this story so it can be seen through everyone's eyes.

(Jamie’s POV)

            New life…new school…what will become of my life here now…? Who will I meet and who will finally accept me for me…? Soon…very soon…I’ll find out…there…the bell… RING!!! I ran through the hallway, my shoulder length blonde hair flying around my face. I was late to class on my first day at Linwood Boarding School. It was an all-boy school and just down the road was an all-girl school. I was sure I would never find someone here, but I had no choice but to transfer here for my senior year of high school. My parents had kicked me out because they had discovered that I was gay. I left all my friends and my older brother behind at my old school and I was afraid that I wouldn’t be able to make any new ones here. I ran through the door of room 418, which was math, and a whole bunch of eyes looked straight at me. The teacher was sitting behind his desk writing something down from the text book. I looked down at the floor, my blonde hair falling over my light brown eyes as I walked back to the only empty seat in the back of the room in the left corner of the room. I sat down, took out my mechanical pencil and a light green notebook. I didn’t feel any eyes on me right now, but that may not last for long. I just had to try and act normal, even if a lot of people started to stare at me.

            As class started, I wrote down all the notes the teacher had written on the board and had already started the homework assignment. Math was one of my strong subjects so it was easy to get all of the homework done and not have any for later tonight, but that was just one class. World History was my next class, and I wasn’t real sure how that class would go. I knew the one class that would probably give me issues was Science. That was my worst subject and I didn’t know anyone here, so I probably wouldn’t get much help with the class. After I got all the math homework done, I pulled out my drawing notebook and started to draw a rose. I listened to other people talk about other people and just wondered who they were talking about. I would probably never know. When the bell rang, I waited for everyone to leave the room before I gave the teacher my homework and then left myself. I kept my head down in the hallway so I didn’t have to look at anyone as I walked to my next class. Once I got there, I just hoped that this hour and the rest of the day would go by as fast as possible.

            Turns out, the rest of the day went by pretty fast. The next thing I knew, it was lunch time but I wasn’t really hungry so I escaped to the library. Reading was the only thing I really did when I felt alone, and right now, I have never felt more alone in my life. Everyone a stranger to me…no one speaking to me at all… I sighed softly, grabbed a couple of books and sat down in a corner to start reading. I don’t know how long I had been there, but I had managed to get through the books I had grabbed off the shelf. After I put them back, I sat back down in the corner and laid my head on my knees. No one in the library noticed or spoke to me, which was how it was at my old school until I made a couple friends toward the middle of my sophomore year. Without realizing it, I started falling asleep. I had gotten very little sleep the night before, and I was completely exhausted. I must have passed out in the library, but when I woke up, I was in my dorm room. At first I thought I was dreaming until my phone beeped to tell me that it was fully charged. The sound scared me so much that I fell off the bed and onto the floor, face first. I groaned and sat up just as my phone made a noise to tell me that I had received a message. I looked at my phone and it had an unknown number on the screen. I threw my phone down and stood up, my eyes wide with fear. I didn’t give many people my number and the ones that already have it were already logged into my contacts. Slowly, I picked up my phone and sat down on the bed. I took a breath and opened the message. It read:

Hello. ^_^

            I tilted my head slowly, wondering if I should reply to the message and find out who this was. The person who brought me here must have gotten my number out of my phone before he had left my room. My hands started to shake a little as I started to hit the reply button, when another message came through. I screeched a little and accidently hit the open button to the next message. I looked at it slowly and this one read:

:3

            The face on the message startled me and I slowly started to type a reply to the mysterious person.

Who are u? And did you bring me back 2 my room?

            I hit the send button and lay down on my bed. I never expected to have someone steal my number from my phone, but then again, I never expected to pass out in the library either. While I waited for the stranger to reply, I played with my necklace, a teal wolf necklace that my mother had given me when I was a baby. Not knowing who was texting me was kind of creepy, but I almost didn’t care because someone was actually talking to me…kind of. There, my phone made the sound again. I rolled onto my stomach and opened the message. It read:

Yes I brought u to ur room. We will meet soon and then I’ll answer your other question.

Get some sleep, good night Jamie.

            I froze. He knew my name. He must be in at least one of my classes to know. I put the phone back down on my dresser and plugged it in. I went over to my dresser and pulled out some clean sweat pants and then went into the bathroom to take a shower. I looked in the mirror while the water warmed up in the shower. I kind of jumped at my reflection. My eyes and face were red, as if I had been crying, but I didn’t remember crying at all. My hair was all tangled and for some reason there was a red hand mark on my left arm. I shook my head and undressed. I threw my dirty clothes in a corner and got in the shower. The hot water helped me relax and clear my mind. The steam felt good against my face and it kind of made me think of home. I grabbed my shampoo and squeezed it into my hand. It smelled like roses and it reminded me of the rose garden I had back home that had probably died because my parents are terrible with plants. I scrubbed my hair with my shampoo thoroughly. Once I finished, I rinsed my hair out and started to condition it. I always used a lot of conditioner so my hair would always be really soft. I soon rinsed the conditioner out of my hair and finished washing my body. My abs were starting to go away because I haven’t been working out much lately. I got out of the shower and shut the water off. Turning to the shelves that had fluffy black towels, I got one down and started to dry off. My wet hair was sticking to my face until I brought the towel up to my head and dried my hair a little. Sighing softly, I pulled my sweat pants on and walked back over to the mirror. I picked up my brush and started to brush the tangles out of my hair. It was naturally wavy and I never bothered to straighten it, even though I had given some thought about it before. I shook my head when I got all the tangles out of my hair, grabbed my dirty clothes and the towel and walked out of the bathroom, tossing the clothes and towel into the hamper. I turned the light off and crawled onto my bed, turning on the lamp beside the bed. I checked my phone, no new messages. I yawned, sat my phone back down and lay down, curling up under the covers. The day was long and exhausting. I started to fall asleep but then my phone suddenly lite up and made a noise. I groaned and grabbed my  phone. Looking at it, I saw it was the same number that was texting me earlier. I opened the message and looked at what it said.

Again goodnight Jamie…see you soon. :3

            I sighed and put the phone back down. I rolled over and faced the wall, pulling the blankets tighter around me. Soon, I drifted off into a deep sleep and this time, I did not dream, I just slept.

            The next morning, I woke up with my alarm screaming at me. I rolled over and slammed my hand down on it to shut it up and then I sat up and rubbed my eyes. They were wet, as if I had been crying again, but I didn’t remember crying during the night. I got out of bed, got some clean clothes and got dressed. I brushed out my blonde hair and then checked my phone. There weren’t any messages on it so I threw it in my jacket pocket and grabbed my backpack. I walked out of the room and pulled the door closed. I looked back down at the floor and started to walk to class. I didn’t realize I had actually overslept and missed my first hour. I sighed and had to remember to fix my clock when I got back to my room tonight. My clock had told me that it was 8:30, but it was really 9:45. I quickly ran down to my history class, knowing I would get stared at again by many people, but I didn’t care, I just had to get there quickly. I ran down the hallway and finally got to my class. The teacher was in the middle of a lecture when I walked in. Again, eyes stared at me so I kept my head down and walked all the way to the back of the room and sat down in the corner desk. A couple people turned and stared at me, so I ended up staring down at my notebook, trying to avoid the eyes of the people staring at me. My phone in my pocket vibrated softly. I froze again. Slowly, I reached into my pocket and pulled out my phone. The number was the same one from last night. I slowly opened the message to look at what it said.

I can see you.

I replied.

You’re in my class…?

A minute later, a response.

Yes, I am. I’m one of the people looking at you.

I respond.

Why are you looking at me?

Stranger responds.

Because, I’m trying to remember your face.

I respond.

Why won’t you tell me who you are?

He responds.

I will soon. Now don’t get caught texting. Detention after class for an hour.

I respond.

I’ll keep that in mind…thanks…

Stranger responds.

You’re welcome Jamie. Now we will meet soon. I promise and I’ll text you later. Bye.

I respond.

Umm…bye…

            That was the end of my conversation with the stranger for a while. A couple of months passed and he never texted me. I still had no friends and I felt very alone. My grades in all my classes, except math, slowly started to fall which was very unusual for me. Night after night I lost more and more sleep to where I started to only get two hours of sleep every night. During those two hours, I had nightmares that made me lose even more sleep. I started to wish I never had to come here just because my parents didn’t approve of my sexuality, but they didn’t want me in their house because they believed I would curse the family and send them all to hell if I stayed there any longer.

            Winter break finally came and I was able to have some time to myself. The one thing about my room that I hadn’t noticed the first time was that it was like a mini house. It had a small kitchen, a living room and against a wall in the living room was a fire place. Above the fireplace was a flat screen TV and a DVD player. There was a small selection of movies by the DVD player so I would have something to do with my time during break. I was in my small kitchen getting some water, waiting to see if my phone would ever make that text noise again. Ever since the stranger stopped texting me, my phone has never lit up, never made a sound. It was as if my phone didn’t exist anymore. I walked into the living room and sat down on the black fluffy couch.  The carpet was also fluffy but it was light blue and the walls were black. I curled up on the couch and started to read one of my books that I had brought from home. Just as I got past the first page, someone knocked on my door. I sat there for a minute, stunned. No one ever comes to see me…maybe it was just my imagination… There, another knock. Slowly I got up and walked to the door. I slowly turned the handle and opened the door. I found myself looking at someone’s chest. I looked up at him and tilted my head.

            “Jamie, hi. I’m your mystery man.” He smiled. I gasped and stepped back. The stranger…he was right here in front of me. We were finally face to face with each other and I was slowly trying not to freak out. Still, my mind wondered…who was he and why did he take an interest in me…? Maybe I’d find out tonight…just maybe.

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