Lost Boys

Chapter 1: Not the Beginning

Harry's classes:

1st period: AP Spanish 5

2nd period: AP Literature

3rd period: AP Statistics

4th period: H Physics

5th period: AP Government/Economics

The first day of Harry's last year of high school makes him distinguish the feel of relief. The last three years have been dreadful, and he could not wait to finally vacate his home - his old life - to start a fresh one.

The moment Harry ambled through the doors of his grim, unpredictable high school, he suddenly felt alone while being surrounded by a profusion of students and faculty.

He walked to his green, but surprisingly, thin yet long locker to take hold of his books that he needed for the rest of the day. He liked carrying all the materials he needed so he didn't have to come back to his locker.

1. He didn't want to be late for class

2. That was all he could think of...at the moment anyways

He ran to his first class, AP Spanish 5, because he wanted to be the first one in the classroom. He hated people staring at him, so, in order for people to stare at him less, he forces his feet to move.

"Louis Tomlinson," he hears his teacher cry out.

"Here."

"Isaac Dick."

"Here, sir."

"Hugh Jass."

"Present."

"Long Wang?"

"Here," with a slight raise of an arm.

"Tori Mitchell."

"What, you can't see me?"

The fight between Tori and Mr. Mitchell was about to begin, and everyone was sitting straight, putting their full attention on the two. Tori Mitchell is Mr. Mitchell's daughter; so of course, they would fight on the first period, on the first day of school.

"Detention for you, Tori," he continued to speak, "Just know that I do not pick favorites nor do I have favorites. I do not condone special treatments towards any of my students. I am not here to be your friend. I am here to teach you so you can pass my class and not repeat it next year. Not only does your grades reflect you, but it reflects me as a teacher."

Mr. Mitchell divulged in the guidelines to passing and the protocol for bathroom emergencies as the class sat at their desks, feeling spiritless in the matter.

"Any questions?" he asked.

No sound came from the students, except for Hugh Jass, the teacher's pet.

"Tú eres mi maestro favorito hasta ahora."

Mr Mitchell rolled his eyes, "I'm your favorite teacher, huh? This is first period."

The first bell rang and everyone hurried out the door.

I know this chapter was very short, but I will be updating every 2-3 days prior. More to come...literally.

I also have no idea how to speak Spanish so I used Google translate. Please don't judge me. Hasta pronto. ;)

LOL IF I ACTUALLY GOT THAT WRONG I'D BE SO EMBARRASSED.