Rumours

Chapter One: Routine

6:23 a.m.

I ran to the bus stop at top speed. Why must I enjoy sleeping in so much? I wondered; I could see my friends at the corner. Good, the bus hasn't come yet, I thought with relief. In attendance to the daily waiting-of-the-bus, we had Andi, Monster, and that annoying kid, Bob along with his sister Bobby -- it's weird, Bob and Bobby, siblings with the same name...

Andi spots me flying down the sidewalk and motions to me with a 'small' yell, "Hey! It's butt-nugget!" The miss-matched grouping looked in my direction with looks of taunting. That means I'm about to get an interrogation; great! Once I make it to our designated point of meeting, I stop and catch my breath. I then get ready for my verbal onslaught.

"You're late!" Monster pointed out. No really?

"Did you sleep in again?" Bobby questioned. No way!

"Why?!" Andi demanded the loudest of them all. Figures she's the loudest.

"Yes," I answered with, knowing it irks Andi so much. Ah, I love annoying people. It's one of my "jobs" in life. Seeing her scowl, I dodged her punch to the arm. "Always so violent!"

"Well if you weren't so annoying, I wouldn't have to be!" She countered. Ha! Like I'm gonna stop being annoying, I was about to say, but I got cut off by the growing hiss of our school bus stopping to a halt near the bus stop.

The five other students and I -- a kid named Brooklyn Daniels is also assigned our bus route, number fifteen -- step onto the bus and snake our way through the cramped aisle-way of the yellow bus, while the bus driver, Miss Brooks, angrily huffs with impatience; she's not very fond of "children," and yet, she still holds this job, with lack of common sense as to "why she never gets any quiet time." Well, lady, it's because you are always squawking at us, expecting us to be quiet. We're teenagers, for Pete's sake!

We quickly make our way to our seats, myself in a seat with Bobby, Andi with Monster, and Bob with his friend, Steve, while Brooklyn sits with one of her prissy, stuck-up friends -- the "popular" kids.

The ride to school was as normal and loud as always.

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The time before class contained fifteen minutes of leisure time for the students and teachers; of course, we partook in the enjoyable spare minutes of break.

I took a quick trip to my locker, and a daily little chat with Ross, my friend of two years -- we met in sixth, you do the math. Afterwards, I met up with Andi, Monster, Kit ( my friend I met through Ross), and Xavier (another kid I met through Ross); they were, of course, all in a group, blocking a noticeable side of the wide hallway. They were one of the louder cliques, although they were the shyer people of the school. Eh, nobody's perfect. Once I was in range of sensible hearing of their seemingly-gibberish language, I caught snippets of their individual conversations.

Some had to do with the latest sales at Hot Topic, while others had to do with their favourite games and television shows and movies. One topic, though, caught my attention: a new student.

Our school hardly ever gets new students, and if we ever do, they end up being the snobby, perky, or just plain simpleminded fools that end up with the Jocks or the common Fools' Group our school has; this Fools' Group are in the thought of mind that they are pretty and popular. They might be pretty, but they sure as Heck aren't popular. In order to be popular you must be commonly liked by everyone.

School cliques aside, the rumour of a new student piqued my attention. I hope he's able to be brought to the Dark Side! I silently pray to myself.

Time flies when you don't pay attention to it, so naturally, our time is up and we have to go to class. I start heading on my way to my first period class, Science, and still thinking on the rumour of "new meat," I am too busy to notice that something is different than normal.

Once seated, I wait patiently for the teacher to dismiss the ruckus that is the student body of her class. It doesn't come as expected; strange, she's usually never late...

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To be continued...