The Assault

The New Kid at School

Walking to school one day when I noticed a new kid. I went over and introduced myself, "Hey I'm Blake," he looked over at me, "I'm assuming your new here?" The new kid nodded. "Yeah I moved here over the weekend."
I smiled and asked about his schedule. We had a few classes together.
Making our way into the infinite hell hole we parted ways to our first classes of the day.

Listening to music I worked, mostly by myself, and got the assignments done early. Sighing I looked out the window and suddenly remembered I didn't get the new kids name. I doubt he'd want to be friends with a girl anyway.

I have reddish, curly, hair, I'm tan, have loads of freckles, and I have olive green/brown/hazel eyes. A lot of people expect me to have some kind of country accent or something but no, just because I like to wear overalls and jeans doesn't mean I'm from the country or a tomboy. Well actually I guess I am a tomboy but I guess it's because I have 2 older brothers, a freshman and a senior, in high school. My one sister moved out, into a dorm, a few years ago, so I don't have much girl time.
My mom lives further south and my dad had custody of me and my brothers. It kinda sucks living will all boys but it has its benefits too.
Usually when my sister comes home is when she's on a holiday from college.

Honestly I'm still kinda new at this school, only being here for a few months. Most people assume I lived in the country and just moved to a more urbanized area, kinda the opposite. I came from the city, from my moms old house, to more of the country.

After first period I went to my second period, where the new kid is. I tapped him on the shoulder when I saw him. "Hey, I don't think I got your name before, mind if I ask what it is?" He looked over at me and seemed lost for a moment. "Oh I'm Sylvester." I tried it to laugh, "Y-you can't be serious?" He sighed and smiled, "Sadly I am. My parents hate me." We both laughed a little and took our seats. I offered him the empty seat next to me, he sat down.
"So what's with the name Blake? Isn't that like a guy name?" I sighed, well here goes the story, "I was named after Blake Shelton, who my mom has the fattest crush on, and it's bad because I don't even know who he is." He snickered. "Seriously? He's one of my dad's favorite country artist. Anyway, is your dad really tall or something?" I didn't even know Blake Shelton was a country artist. "Yeah everyone in my family is pretty tall, dad is around 6'5, brothers are competing for 6'3, mom is 5'11, sister is 5'9. My family consist of giants. Honestly you look like your almost 6'6, your a little taller than my dad, from the looks." He nodded and explained that some people in his family were some of the tallest of their time, being in freak shows and what not.

We bonded over that for a while, as well as working, getting to know each other more, we walked to our next period together.