Outcasts

Chapter 1: New Neighbor

Scott's POV

I was staring out of the window while my mom was driving my older sister and I to our new house.
My mom says that we are moving because of a new job she had got, but in reality I know why we really are moving.

My mom's name is Lucine. She'd always wore her brown hair in a bun, dark circles under her green eyes. She was slim and wore a beige t-shirt with some black pants. She always smelled like lavender, which I liked. She was born in London which is why she has a slight British accent. She moved to the U.S when she was getting into college and met our dad there. They dated for a few months and then decided to make it official. After a year they had gotten married they had my elder sister Elisa.

Elisa in my view is very wild. She's disobedient sometimes and likes to go to parties.
She's 17 so she is 3 years older than me.

She had wore on a red crop-top shirt with light blue bell bottoms. She has on moon-shaped earrings and wore her hair in a ponytail. My sister isn't really a bad guy, sometimes. But, she often gets in fights with mom a lot.

"Can't wait to see our new home, huh?" My mom said.

"Why do we have to move? I liked our old house back in California." Elisa complained.

"Oh come on. It can't be that bad." I commented. I was actually excited about our new place. I also wondered what friends I would make there.

"See? Scott's not complaining."

"Easy for you to say. He's the 'perfect child' while I'm the 'wild' one."

"I am not perfect!" I reply.

"To mom it seems like it is."

"That's enough. Nobody is better than each other. We are all the same people with different personalities." Mom spoke.
Elisa and I had kept our mouths shut for the remainder of the drive.

While Elisa was texting her friends on her phone, all I did was look out the window, staring at the buildings and people.

When we got to our new house, it was so beat up I can't even describe it.
Wallpaper peeling, old wind chimes on the porch, and a wooden chair at the end of it. Oh, don't worry the inside was much worse.

Dust everywhere, cobwebs in the corners of the house, you name it.

"You sure this is the right house? I see another on sale over there." I said, pointing to the house that was also for sale.

"Unfortunately, this is the one." My mom sighed.

"That's it. I'm getting a hotel room." Elisa says, pulling out her phone.

"Luckily, there will be people to help us with all of...this. They should be here by..Monday I believe."

"Wow, I gotta get used to this dump for today and tomorrow. Great." Elisa says.

"Alright. This should be fun."

Right?

。。。

A few hours earlier...

Vinn's POV

I was pushed into a wall in the school's alley. A punch was blown to my face, hard.
My black hair ruffled, my cinnamon skin covered with bruises and blood.

Oh, I should probably give you some background information. Hi, I'm Vinn. A freshman who is- of course- not having a good time at all as of right now.
You might be wondering why I'm being beaten up by someone. I may or may not have said something to my bully and may or may not have payed the price.

The guy who was hurting me is called Ace. He has always been trying to find a way to humiliate me ever since 7th grade. Why? Because he is an absolute douchebag.

"Aww. Is he gonna cry?" A girl mocked.
"Don't hit him too hard now!" Some idiot added.

By the time Ace stopped, I looked up glaring at him. "Whatcha gonna do, Vinny-boy?" Ace tormented.
He kicked me in the stomach.

"Listen to me." He grabbed my hair and made me look at him.

"Mess with me again and it'll be a lot worse than some punches and kicks."

He let me go and his friends walked away, laughing.

I tried to stand up, but ultimately failed. All I could do was just cry. After silently crying for a while, I hear footsteps.
I soon got up and made a run for it.

After stumbling through the neighborhood, I made it to my house. I had just seen a moving truck pass by. Looks like someone's moving here, I thought.

I was just about to unlock my door when I saw a boy about my age. (14). He had chestnut brown hair and blue eyes like mine, but more light. He also had a red and yellow jacket with some blue jeans.
He noticed me looking at him and waved at me. I didn't wanna be rude so I waved back.
Pretty. I thought.

Wait what? I- nevermind.

"Vinny?" My mom called.

My mom was similar to be with long black hair and cinnamon pigmented skin but had dark brown eyes unlike mine which are dull blue.

"Where were you? And why is your face bruised up?" She asked, cupping my face to see the damage.

"I- um, f-fell." I lied. Really? Fell? I thought.

"You fell." She repeated. I could tell she was not buying it.

"Yup. Hard." I croaked.

"I can tell when you're lying to me." She stated.

"Look, it's not that big of a deal, so drop it please." I say as I walk up the stairs to my room.

"It is those pricks at school doing this to you?" She asked, following me.

"I told you, it's not a big deal. Just leave me alone, please."

I started to feel tears attacking my eyes, daring to come out.

"Alright. If you ever wanna talk, you know where I am."

I enter my room, close the door, climb onto my bed, and just bawl my eyes out.

Pathetic.
Weirdo...
Freak!
Homo!
Absolute garbage.

Every single name they would call me would just break me entirely.
After a while, I stop crying and put in my earplugs. I put on the song Freaks by Surf Curse.

I stare out the window and spot the boy again out of my window. He was helping with whom I am guessing is his mom carry their belongings in the house. Be aware their house is next door.

Scott's POV

I saw that boy again, staring at me outside his window. I smiled and waved at him. He was shocked and got up away from the window, his face flushed.

I just shrugged it off and went inside the house. My mom bought a futon for us to sleep on until we were all in good shape. My mom also informed me that the high school I'm going to is called Corven High.

I was excited, yet scared. What if they don't like me? What if I screw on of the first day to make everyone hate me?
What if-

"Scott?" Elisa asked, putting her hand on my shoulder. I jumped.
"Jeez. I just wanted to tell you that it's your turn to use the bathroom." Elisa spoke.

"Oh, okay.." I reply back, staring off into space.
"I feel concerned for you." She muttered as she closed my door on my way out.

As I looked in my reflection of my mirror, I asked myself, "What friends would I make here?"

Luckily, I know the answer to that question now.