*Michael* Chapter 2 - Community ties

The second chapter of the story. You'll notice Arc and michael have completely different thoughts...

          I was sifting through my bathroom cabinets trying to find my hair gel I bought about a week ago. I wanted to style my hair in a specific way so it would look like the old Adam Gontier, or, when he had a Mohawk.  I had the sandy blonde hair, the narrow and light blue eyes, and the skinny nature.  So, it fit me best.
          My parents never like to talk to me in the morning. In fact, they never want to talk to me, even in the afternoon.  Every time I try to talk to them, they just argue with me. It doesn't really matter to me though. I am practically friends with my whole school, so I don't need family love.  I also love being an only child. I don't have any annoying siblings to constantly bother me. My name is Michael, I'm 14 years old, my parents are 30, I have no siblings, and I'm proud of it!
          My mother gave me a fake smile, and fiddled with something in the sink while I ran downstairs to grab the lunch she made me.  While I continued to run for the bus stop, I received an unexpected text from one of my friends. She said that there was a new student coming to school. She said his name was Arc. What an odd name for someone. I like my own, common name. To me, I'd rather make myself so important and have a common name than just have a weird name where everyone stares at you like, "what were your parents on when they named you?".  I'm not starting to like the new kid already. I just need to get him to love me, then I can get him out of my life like half of the other people at my school.
            People always are talking about how no one would want to be truly popular.  Apparently, it's all about being themselves and a whole bunch of other junk. I don't get it. People give you attention, always smile and flirt with you, and treat you first class.  The dorks naturally hate popular people because when they hear "popular" they automatically think of a snobby stuck-up a*s. Therefore, they naturally hate us populars without even saying hi to us. I mean, I try to be nice to everyone. But that's not what being popular REALLY is about. We've been given such a bad reputation because a few people screwed up. Being popular is a gift, not a brand that says "jackass".
            I was excited to meet this new kid I heard about. Even though he has a weird name, he might be another popular kid that had to transfer. That would be horrible to transfer to any different school.  You would have to make new friends and try to be popular blind folded. He must have had been forced to be here. Poor him.
            My friend that texted me earlier approached me at my bus stop. She said, " Heey. Did you get my text? I can't believe we're getting ANOTHER new student. He doesn't sound like he'll be normal either. I mean, who names their child ARC?" After just thinking about her new topic, I replied, "Well let's hope he won't be as freaky as his name".  There rarely is stuff to talk about anymore. We usually talk about something funny on TV, or make a funny joke, but me might only say one thing the whole bus ride. However, Now there's a new student so there's so many things to talk about. My friend and I just stared at each other blankly, then turned to the approaching. When I got on, everyone screamed hi to me as usual.  It was really starting to get old, but I dealt with it.
             We got to school and my other friend was waiting for me by the door entrance.  She greeted me and we walked down to our talking area in the middle of the 2nd story hallway.  Immediately when we got there, my friend that was by the door, Haylee, said, " Wow, Mike. Your Hairstyle is way much better. It SO matches your eyes!" then my other friend, Emily cheerfully replied, " It goes with your knuckles too,".  Haylee in a sass like tone said, " yeah. what made you have your hair down anyway?".
               Before I had my falcon-like mohawk, i used to just wear my hair just plain down with nothing added to it. It felt really boring and similar to everyone else, so I released my inner-punk and twisted up my hair. And about the knuckles Emily talked about.  My knuckles I wear around my neck are completely gold-plated.  I can also use them if I really needed to, because they are 100% functioning battle knuckles. However, knuckles in my eyes symbolize courage, uniqueness, and simplicity. Thats why I wear them around my neck and no one besides me could take them off me.
                 I forgot what I was talking about with the girls, but I must have not been saying much since I was so engrossed in my reminisce about why I wear my knuckles. It didn't matter anyways, because the moment I stopped thinking, I saw a kid in a simple black t-shirt with big green eyes and relatively long dark blond hair. A black and green Volcom baseball cap covered the top of his head that lightly shadowed his eyes. Light brown pocket-covered shorts wrapped around his legs down halfway between his kneecap and his feet. His sparkling eyes and his nervous smile gave him and unknown face. Right then, I knew It was the new kid. "I'm Arc" he said as I toned in to what he was saying. Me and my friends introduced ourselves to him.  This kid seemed interesting to get to know. 

Author's Note

Sorry for not giving michael that interesting starting thoughts like I wanted. Alot more will unfold in the next couple of chapters though involving his family, how he got his knuckles, and himself in general when he's around Arc. Now that you have a feeling for both of the characters' thoughts, get ready for some interesting stuff in the next chapters!

Reviews

[Annie29]

I have a feeling I'll like Micheal more than Arc....
but I'll just have to wait.
Great Job.
Can't wait for the next chapters,
I wll be reading (: