Be Concerned (Twenty One Pilots Fan Fiction)

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First day back. You're going to be fine. Everyone has probably forgotten by now.
"B-" I hesitate. Oh yeah mum and dad are in Thailand on business. The house is so desolate and scary when it's empty.. who am I kidding it's always empty. My parents had sent a car to pick me up yesterday. My first night at home and I'm unattended. Quickly clearing my mind I swing open the front door letting the harsh light come flooding in. Stop. Breath. Go. With one step suddenly i'm back into the world.

Whilst i'm walking to school i'll tell you a bit about myself.
My name is Phoenix Alexandria James, i'm 16 years old and my parents probably can't remember how many fingers I have. Don't worry I do have all limbs and extra bits and bobs. English born and bred. I currently live in Oxford and it's not too bad, the 'culture' is something. I have dismal grey eyes and bland black hair.
Okay at school.

The gates are looking down on me, higher than they previously were. As I tiptoe to my tutor room I receive many desperate glares from old classmates.
"Can I help you?" A chubby, bald man snaps rudely. His cheeks are patchy with red spots and his eyebrows are slowly intertwining. The buttons on his suit are being strained and look ready to pop.
"I'm so sorry I'm looking for Mrs Tarps tutor room." My cheeks flare a scarlet colour. I wish the floor will swallow me right then and there.
"If you're a new student, which clearly you are, go to main reception. It's the big building close to the gate if you're confused." He recites quite sarcastically. A few members of his class snigger at his comment which only makes matters worse.

I push my loose, black hair behind my ear and bite my bottom lip. I didn't have any idea the Head Master had requested to speak to me as soon as I arrived at school. My throat starts to burn like I have a million words clawing up my throat.. oh it's exactly that.
He arrives and invites me to sit in his office.
"Well Miss James.." Mr Cole begins, clearing his throat.