My First Day In School

I wait for what feels like forever until the door opens again and red light is welcomed in once more. Someone new enters the room from behind me. It sounds like my father. The boots are wet and make a sickening slap each time the contact the ground. He takes incredibly slow steps to make his way towards his me- his lowly subject.

My vision blurs momentarily, then focuses and I freak out. I slap the hand away from me, scrambling back. Terror fires through me as my mind still tries registering what’s happening. I don’t get far in my scrambling as my back slams into a wall and I turn, panicking.

The momentum forces me to stumble down. I fall on my back, the air knocked out of me. I lay for a moment, attempting to catch my breathe. As I learn to breath again, a heavy thing falls on me. My vision is blocked as a handful of black hair lands on my face. Next to my ear is a set of lips.

He catches my fist, his big hand overwhelming mine and twisting it back. A whimper barely escapes my lips, as he knocks my hand down and his fist collides with my upper stomach. I double over, gasping for air, unable to breath. Breath, my brain yells at me in a panic. And in that panic, I reach for his knife on his belt. He sees me coming from a mile away.

“Hey! Come on!” When my eyes bring the world into focus, I see the face of a man. He’s looking at me with a concerned expression.

You’ve reached the classroom now, the right one, you’re sure, but there’s already people inside and you’re early, so you lean against a wall and wait. You keep your mind perfectly blank as you watch the students, now your peers, go by. You notice the rock in your shoe again, and you contemplate it’s and then your very own existence for a while, very heavy but not unpleasant before class thoughts.

My wild eyes lock onto his, he sees through me, held in the hostage of a trance. Hot tears trickle down at the new pain.

“Who are you? What school did you come from? Why are you here?” I look up to see a tall girl with black glasses and a pencil skirt. I ignore her, not worth my time. I get out my English books and place them on my desk, the bell rings and a flood of students come in.

Minutes later, I hear him come up the stairs and I panic. He inserts a key and the door opens; brown evil eyes meet mine and I collapse into a ball

My cover is quickly blown and he looks at me. There are so many emotions that flow as we make eye contact that a shiver runs through my body. The slight furrow in his brow indicates that he knows something isn’t right. It may be only 7:22 a.m., but it’s time to face the music.

"Ms. Bauer?" I looked up to see a middle aged man standing in front of me. "I'm Mr. Anderson, the principal, and welcome to Mira Costa High School." he said with a big smile. He looked so genuinely welcoming and I liked it. I started to calm down a bit. "Hi, I'm a bit nervous, if you couldn't tell." I laughed a little and he joined in. "Well everyone is on their first day. But everyone here is pretty nice from what I've seen." He motioned me to walk with him and I stood up and followed. Right as we walked out of the office, Mr. Anderson started greeting students he walked by, wishing them a Happy Monday, most of them smiled, but some just looked

My breathing stops. My heart is practically beating out of my chest. I take a step up the stairs and align myself to the right of the railing. I pull the knife closer to my chest getting ready to stab the person coming up. I can see the shadow of the person coming up the stairs my body tense, ready to attack. The shadow turns into an outline, then into a man. I count the seconds in my head, closing my eyes, I feel a man's presence. I open my eyes ready to face whatever danger lies until I see a familiar face.

His bare muscular body rolls over to face me, I turn naturally to face him only to see the whites of his eyes staring right at me.

A warm, tingly feeling spreads throughout my body at his words, and I try not to turn to mush when he grabs my hand and intertwines his fingers with my own.

I expect him to shrug me off but instead his brows silently furrow together as he scrutinizes me. I almost shiver, being so close to him. For once he doesn't feel so mentally far. I feel like he’s really seeing me, not just looking in my direction. His gaze is so powerful.