Chapter 2A Chapter by briget_01The school
looked almost empty when the old truck pulled up. The only cars in parking lot
were of teachers and miscellaneous students that were training in the field. Even
though it was only 7:00, the sun was up and was already beginning to bake the asphalt
on the lot. Knowing that by the end of the day it would reach 100 degrees, Josh
parked the car underneath the shade of a giant oak tree. When the vehicle came
to a stop, Luke slowly dragged himself out of the car and slung his backpack
over his shoulder. He began walking towards the sports field, but stopped when
he noticed Josh hadn’t moved from his Truck. “You coming?” “I don’t want to
train today,” Josh groaned from the driver’s seat, “I’m tired,” he said rubbing
his hand across his face. Luke just rolled his eyes, “What am I supposed to
tell Coach B?” “That I trained
all summer, and that I’m completely ready for the season.” “Uh-huh. Yea ok.
He’ll defiantly let his star player
miss practice because he’s tired” Luke quoted with his fingers as he said the
last word, with sarcasm drenched throughout whole sentence. “Come on dude,” Josh pleaded.
“Yea.” Luke
turned back around and headed to field. “Does that mean
you’ll tell B?” “Yea,” Luke
repeated with a wave of his hand. “See you at Lunch Josh,” Josh smiled to
himself as his friend walked to the practice he was missing. The summer before sophomore year, Josh found a passion for running. In the three months off of school, he woke up at 5am and went running all through his neighborhood. And at dusk, when it cooled down a bit, he would run throughout the city. He found that he could run in silence and just think. He could be alone for hours at a time. When school started that year, even though he didn’t think he would get in, Josh decided to try out for the track team, along with Luke. Surprisingly, both of the boys made it. As time went on, Josh quickly climbed the ranks on the team. By the end of the year, he already made varsity level and became Coach B’s favorite runner. Josh’s favorite part of the day when he was a sophomore was the before and after school practice, but towards the end of the year, he didn’t like dealing with all the kids on the team. They were all the snobs from the North part of town. The ones that were too cool for school, and too dumb to care. The stereotypical jocks. Josh loved the game, but just hated the players. With a deep breath, Josh exited out
the door of his truck and started towards the high school. It was only 7:10 so the
library wouldn’t be open. Walking towards his school he started to regret wearing
a long sleeved t-shirt. The thick, muggy North Carolina air was starting to
take its toll. You could do nothing but stand outside, and you would still walk
back inside with awkward sweat stains. Trying to find shelter from the humid
air, Josh walked to the entrance of the library. Even though he knew it would be locked, he tugged on the
sticky metal door knobs. And sure enough, the doors did not open. With a groan
Josh dropped his bag next to the locked entranced and plopped down next to it.
He sat facing the parking lot before he reached over to his backpack and pulled
out a pencil and an old looking notebook. After turning page after page of
sketch filled paper, Josh found a clean page and began drawing. Josh felt the sense of first day jitters slowly disappear
as the silence engulfed him. It was just him and his pencil. The rest of the
school was quite, too early for students to be stirring, and too early for
teachers to be walking around campus. Without any distractions, Josh was in his
own little world. There was no one to bother him. No one to criticize him. Just
him and his pencil. The silence was broken by a car pulling up next to the
school. Josh was yanked out of his trance and pulled away from his sketchbook
by the loud rumble of the car’s motor. Looking up from his work, Josh saw the
passenger door of a big grey jeep open revealing a young teenager. He had a
black head of hair and an outfit that consisted of a black t-shirt, with white
lettering that easily read No, and
tan cargo pants. The boy closed his door, swung his backpack over his
shoulder and was about to walk away when he stopped on his heels, spun around
on his dark blue converse, and leaned back into the car through the open
window. He was hunched over the car, tapping his foot against the asphalt while
the person driving the car was talking to him. After good solid minute, the boy
again tried to leave the car, but was stopped by the feminine voice that called
from the car, “Do you even know where you’re going??” Hanging his head, the
black headed boy again slugged back over to the car and then leaned up against
it. He pulled out his phone from his pocket, unwrapped the headphones on it and
placed them in his ears. Moments later the boy was off in another world tapping
his foot to a beat. After witnessing what looked like a normal interaction
between a mother and a son, Josh just went back to his drawing. He was sure he
had never seen the black haired boy before. ‘New
student?’ Josh wondered. Once again, silence gulped Josh back, pulling him back into
the comfort of his notebook. But as if something was forcing his attention away,
Josh Paused from his drawing, and looked up from his notebook to see that the
boy was staring in his direction. ‘Is he
looking at me?’ The
boy’s striking blue eyes bore daggers into Josh’s skin. Not knowing whether the
boy was staring at him or something else, Josh was hesitant about waving. But
something about the way the boy was looking- or not looking- at Josh was
friendly (despite the intensity he was creating with just his eyes). The way
the boy’s lips were naturally turned up as his head bobbed up down to some
non-audible music, and the way his eyes were not icy blue, but the color of a
welcoming ocean made Josh smile in his direction. In return, the boy nodded his
head, acknowledging Josh’s advancement. Neither boy could look away from each other until a
continuous clopping sound stung into Josh’s ears. Annoyed, Josh was the first
to break eye contact with the new student and directed his attention towards
the attendance office across the way. Walking from the closing doors of the
office was a stout middle aged women. Her brown hair was pinned up onto her
head in a way that looked like she wanted to do a good job, but in the end she
just crammed a couple bobby pins into it and called it good. By the side of her
slacks, her hands were clutching what looked like documents stuffed into a
yellow folder. Hurriedly, Mrs. Hill, the principal of Kennedy High, shuffled
over to the grey jeep. The boy followed Josh’s gaze, and saw that the principal was
walking over. He immediately plucked his white head phones out of his ears and
slung them around his neck. The boy met with the teacher and greeted her with a
dimpled smile and a handshake. The principal and the student began conversing,
their words not audible to Josh. ‘Defiantly
a new student.’ Was Josh’s last thought before the two started walking over
to him. “… This is
the library, it’s where students are welcomed to go before, during and after
school.” The principal’s voiced reached to josh, “It normally opens at 7:30 and
closes at six.” Her gaze, met with a Josh, and she gave him a cool smile.
“Josh!” She exclaimed, pausing from her explanation of the building, “How was
your summer?” The teacher walked over to where Josh was stationed, and he stood
up to greet her. “It was
good. How was yours?” Josh said this to Mrs. Hill, but as he continued, his
eyes wondered over to the new student. There were a couple of features he
hadn’t noticed before. The boy’s hair was not black, but a deep chocolate
brown. And on the side of his head, the hair was much shorter, as if a couple
months ago it had been shaved. It was an odd look, but not unattractive. Josh
had never seen anyone like this new student- ‘Holy- Is that a lip piercing??’ Sure enough, on the right side of
the boy’s lip hung a small metallic black ring. It was official. The new kid
was weird. Well… maybe not weird. Different. The new kid was defiantly
different. “Oh you know, the same old,” Mrs. Hill continued to talk as Josh was mesmerized by the piece of Jewry on the boy’s face. “I had to work most of it, but it was still fun.” She checked her watched and her eyes bulged out of her head. “Oh dear. Listen, Josh, we should talk later, I should be showing a new student around campus,” She motioned to the chocolate brown haired boy who wasn’t paying attention and was instead looking around the foreign campus. “And then be in a meeting before the first bell rings, so I better get moving” Josh gave her a kind smile before she began walking away, dragging the new kid along with her. “Tell your
parents I say ‘Hi’!” The principal called to Josh as she rushed away. “Sure thing
Mrs. H.” © 2015 briget_01Author's Note
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3 Reviews Added on November 25, 2015 Last Updated on November 25, 2015 Tags: teen fiction, high school, coming of age, coming out, gay Authorbriget_01Constant State of WorryAboutMy writing's not the best, but I'm trying. I've never really done anything like this, but I'm sure it's worth a shot. Don't be too harsh with criticism; remember that I'm still a person behind all .. more..Writing
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