My Crazy Years

Welcome to Hell

You checked your bag again, making sure for the 3rd time that there were no bugs hidden in it this time. You even looked inside the pockets of your jeans and jacket, and practically anywhere they could hide. Hornet and Ghost tried to sneak in that morning twice, but you and Herrah caught them every time. Fortunately, they stopped after you promised them that you'll take them to the park as soon as you came back, but it was better to double check now and then. Everyone wished you good luck before you left, and Grimm suggested that you could make a list of all the people you didn't like so he could give them nightmares. Yeah, apparently that was his power. You nodded, actually considering his offer in your mind. James had to leave early, but he made sure to leave you a note wishing you a good day.

As you walked the long road to high school, you admired the beautiful, grey sky, waiting to unleash its tears once more upon the sleeping town. You actually prayed for it to happen, right in the middle of the opening ceremony, which was held outside, in the main court. It was just a lot of useless talk anyway. Why they even bothered with it, was beyond you. Everyone was just eager to go to class, meet their new classmates and then just go home and regret the end of summer. The speeches given by the guests, as they called the mayor, the firemen and so on, were long and boring and barely anyone paid attention to them. Especially those unlucky enough to be in the Mathematics and Information class. They were too busy to wallow in their misery, at the bad luck they had. Mr. Gibson was confirmed to be the form teacher of that class. It was going to be four merry years of complete hell!

Just as you expected, the court was crowded, parents trying to push themselves in front despite being told that only students could be there. Not that they could be blamed. It was their children's first day of high school, one of the many steps they had to take on their way to adulthood. Of course, they wanted to be in the best seats to witness that.

You tried to make your way to the front row, doing your best not to push and bother too many people. Yeah! In your dreams maybe! Nobody was willing to move, cussing you out, calling you rude, trying to push you back. You had none of it! You gave up trying to be nice and were ready to cause a fight, when someone touched your shoulder. You turned around to see a woman and her daughter, the girl holding a bouquet of flowers, and looking pretty scared.

"Excuse me, young miss..." the woman began, "do you by any chance know where the Mathematics and Information class should gather?"

"Yeah. We should be in the front row, but..." you motioned a hand towards the crowd of people that refused to move, "the path is not exactly clear."

"Oh! Well... nothing we can do I guess." the woman said looking at the sea of people.

"Unfortunately. By the way, my name is (Y/N). I'm also in the Mathematics and Information class. Nice to meet you." you extended a hand to the girl, happy to meet one of your classmates so soon.

"Hi! I'm Anne. Nice to meet you." she shook your hand, a smile blooming on her face. She must have been very stressed. "Hey, do you know if it's true that Mr. Gibson will be our form teacher?"

"Yeah. It's true." you sighed and patted her on the shoulder.

Anne thanked you, her face now wearing a heavy expression. She turned to her mother and handed her the flowers.

"Mom, I can't give him flowers. Please take them home."

"No. Give them to him. It doesn't matter." her mother waved her off.

"No! Please take them. It's going to be weird."

"You don't know that. Beside, maybe there will be others with flowers. You never know."