The Final First Day

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Thrillers  |  House: Booksie Classic
George Henderson is used to being the new kid. Everywhere he goes, he doesn't stay there for long. However, everything changes when he attends Anderson High.

Submitted: December 09, 2010

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Submitted: December 09, 2010



Being the new kid is never easy. The new kid is always the first on the chopping block at any high school. Most new kids have to go through horrible punishments, just because they are new. However the worst punishment ever is nothing compared to what I went through.

My name is George Henderson. It's a very plain name, but I like it because it suits me. God decided not to grace me with good looks, and I'm fine with that, but strangely nobody else is. For some reason, everybody feels that if they don't talk about how ugly I am it'll start World War 3 or something. I try to put off that it doesn't bother me, and most times it doesn't, but there are those rare occasions that I wish that I didn't have so many pimples on my face, or I wish I weighed fifty pounds less.

Probably the reason it doesn't bother me as much as it does most people is because I don't have to hear it from the same person for very long. My father is an Economist. He makes lots and lots of money, but the drawback is that we can never stay in the same place for more than six months at a time, and that's pushing it. I've been to more high schools then I can count, and they have all been terrible. Out of all the schools I've been to I have made a total of zero friends. I like to blame that on the other kids, but it's mostly because I don't even try to make friends. Why try to be friends with people I'm going leave in a short time anyways?

I was usually smart about what I did and didn't do in school to avoid further humiliation. However, there was one thing that would always catch me off guard. One thing that would always sucker me into a trap... girls!! For some reason I could never resist a beautiful girl. If one asked me to do something for her I would do it, right then and right there, even if I knew it was a trick. I just could not resist. Whoever first said that “Girls are nothing but trouble” deserves a damn Pulitzer Prize. Most of the girls just ignored me, but there were some who paid attention, but never with good intentions at heart. Everything changed however, when Lauren first spoke to me.

My first day at Anderson High School started out just like any other first day for me. I spent the first hour in the office registering and promising the principal that I didn't do drugs and all that good stuff, but the norm shifted when I heard the office door open. I smelled her before I saw her. Now I know that sounds kinda creepy, but it's true. The aroma actually made me think that I was in a strawberry field for a split second. I was snapped back into reality by the sight of her. She was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. Her blonde hair seemed to be the very light that lit the earth. Her skin was beautifully pale and her legs seemed to go on forever. Despite all these alluring traits, I was in no way prepared... for her eyes. They literally took my breath away. I never knew such a beautiful shade of blue existed. Hidden deep in the beautiful blue was a tiny sliver of yellow. It was like the sun setting in the middle of the ocean, where no land was to be seen for miles.

Then things started happening differently. The astonishing girl looked at me, and as I sat there waiting for a sneer of disgust, my entire world turned upside down. She smiled at me. I do not have the words to describe that smile, and even if I did, they would not do it half the justice it deserves. It was the first time that I actually felt my heart in my throat. As she turned and walked out of the office, my eyes followed her the whole way. I knew the secretary was looking at me, and I knew what she was thinking, but I didn't care. All that mattered was that divine creature that had just been two feet away. After she was out of sight, I had to remind myself to breath again. I turned my gaze towards the secretary.

“Um... Who was that?” I asked still out of breath.

“That,” the secretary said half laughing, “Was Lauren Mitchell. I thought you were going to stare a hole in that poor girl.”

“No,” I said in defensive mode, “I was just trying to figure out what the back of her shirt said.”

“Sure you were,” she said as she took a piece of paper out of the printer, “Here's you class schedule.” She studied the paper, “Oh you lucky dog.”

“What,” I asked.

“Looks like you have fourth period with her.”

“With who?”

“You know who,” she said as she handed me the paper and went back to her desk.

And indeed I did know who. Just the fact that I knew that I would see her again so soon made the first half of the day go by painfully slow. By the end of third period I had almost had all that I could take. When the bell finally rang I was out of my seat and halfway towards my next class before I knew it.

I was the first student to arrive, so I just took a seat in the back. Then, suddenly, I could smell her again, but the voice I heard was not what I expected.

“Hey, what the hell are you doing?” a deep voice said.

I looked up and saw two people. The first person was the gorgeous girl from the office, but the other was a very tall, very buff boy staring down at me with a look of absolute hatred. He was the pure definition of jock. He had short, brown hair and not a pimple in sight. All it took for me was one look at his letter jacket to know that this kid should not be messed with.

“Um, excuse me,” I said a bit confused.

“I said what the hell are you doing,” the jock said getting closer to my face, “You're sitting in my seat. Nobody sits in my seat.”

“Oh,” I said, “I'm sorry, I'm new here and I didn't know that this was your seat. If you'll excuse me...”

“Shut the hell up, get out of my seat, and go sit in the front of the class where all the other dorks sit before I break your jaw,” he said through his teeth.

I did as he said. As I got up I felt a large push on the small of my back and the next thing I knew I was face down in the middle of the classroom floor surrounded by laughter. I told myself not to look as I picked myself up, but I had to know. With the slightest glace I could muster, I looked at her. Wow this day was different! She wasn't laughing? Could it be that this girl actually had a heart? My instincts made me bury my hope and to do what I was told, so I got up and sat down in a seat at the front of the class. As I sat there waiting for the teacher to arrive, I heard another voice speak to me.

“Um,” it said, “You're in my seat.”

I looked up expecting to see another jock, but instead what stood beside me was a boy just like me. He had unkempt brown hair, more zits then I had, which I previously thought to be impossible, and clothes that in no way fit the shape of his body.

“Oh, I'm sorry,” I said, “This is the second time I sat in someone's seat. If you could just tell me where an empty desk is I would be glad to liberate yours.”

“No man,” the boy said, “it's all good. I'll take the seat next to you. So you're new here right?”

“Yeah,” I said, “this is my first day.”

“Well then let me formally introduce myself,” he held out a hand to shake, “My name is Wolfgang Christopher Lloyd, but you can just call me Chris.”

I reluctantly took his hand, half expecting there to be a trick buzzer in it to shock me.

“Hi Chris,” I said, “I'm George Henderson, but my dad calls me Georgie. You can call me whatever you want.”

“Well hi there Georgie, welcome to the wonderful hell of Anderson High School, where everybody talks crap about everybody, and if you don't you are uncool. I see you already made friends with Bill over there.”


“The jock who just kicked you onto the floor”

“Oh,” I said, “him. It's okay, I'm used to it.”

“Used to it you may be,” said Chris, “but don't ever try to cross him again. Bill is not one to be trifled with.”

“Don't worry, I won't,” then my eyes glanced at beauty, “Um, is that Bill's girlfriend.”

Chris stared me down for a second, and I knew that I was giving myself away.

“Oh no,” said Chris, “don't even think about it.”

“Think about what?”

“Lauren Mitchell,” whispered Chris, “don't even think about her. Bill can tell when you are.”

“So they are together,” I said crushed.

“No,” said Chris, “Lauren isn't with anybody, but Bill thinks she belongs to him for some reason. Last year our starting left tackle asked her out, and before she could even answer, Bill was all over him. The poor kid was in the hospital for a week.”

“Did Bill not get in trouble?”

“Oh no,” Chris said with a laugh, “at a school that runs on football, the players do no wrong, especially the starting quarterback. Last year a teacher found pot in Bill's backpack and tried to do something about it, and the next day that teacher had been “relocated”. We were told that he received a better job somewhere else, but I found out later that the principal had him arrested for having a relationship with an underage student.”

“Was he having the relationship?”

“Hell no,” said Chris, “but the staff at this school made damn sure that the poor man would never be able to teach again.”

“Oh my god,” I said shocked, “that's horrible.”

“Oh yeah,” he said,” but the message is clear. Don't mess with the football team. And if you make a move on Lauren, that's messing with Bill, and if you mess with Bill...”

“You mess with the football team,” I said, “yeah I get it. Don't worry, a girl like her would never go for a guy like me.”

As I sat there and talked to Chris, I realized that I was starting to break my rule of not making friends, but I couldn't help myself. There was just something about Chris that made me want to make friends.

As I sat there and talked to Chris, sixth period began to wind down, and for the first time ever I didn't listen to a word of the teacher's lecture. I almost didn't hear the bell ring. As the class dispersed, I gathered my things and followed the crowd out of the door. As soon as I left the classroom, I smelled her again. All I could do was stare as the angel talked with her friends. Then, however, my lovely view was interrupted by a titanic mass.

“Are you checking out my girl?” asked Bill.

“What,” I said in defensive mode again.

“I SAID,” Bill screamed, “are you staring at my girl?”

Then I did the most stupid thing I had ever done in my life.

“She's not your girl!” I yelled. That's when the fists started flying. Before I knew it I was in a ball on the ground being pummeled by bear sized hands. I actually thought that he was going to kill me... until I heard her voice.

“Stop it Bill!” Lauren said as she walked over and pushed him out of the way, “I said stop it! This poor kid has done nothing to you! Now you leave him alone or else.”

Bill was fuming with hatred as he knelt down inches from my face.

“You're lucky you little shit. She may have stopped me now, but know that you are on my list... and that is the last place on Earth that you wanna be.” Bill got up and left with his group, everyone except for Lauren.

“Are you okay?” she asked as she helped me up.

I had to fight to say anything, and it wasn't because I just got my ass beat.

“Um. Yeah,” I said, “It's no big deal. I'm used to it.”

“Well it is a big deal,” said Lauren, “Bill needs to learn that he can't just go around doing whatever he wants.”

“Um. Thank you by the way.” Where was I getting the courage to talk to her like this?

“Anytime... um... what's your name?”

“Oh, my name is uh... is... uh,” I couldn't believe that I had forgotten my own name, “George. George Henderson.”

“Nice to meet you George. Listen,” she said looking behind her, “I have to get to class, but come find me at lunch and we'll get to know each other better.”

That I had no answer to. All I could do was watch as she walked down the hallway, and away from me.

“Did you not listen to a word that I said?” a voice from behind me whispered.

“Ah Chris,” I said turning around, “It's no big deal. Come on let's go to class before we're late.”

“No,” Chris almost yelled, “Did you not hear Bill? You're on his list. I can't be seen with you.”

My heart sank. “Chris what are you talking about?”

“No don't talk to me,” he said running away, “don't talk to me ever again.”

How could this have happened? How could I have already lost the only friend I've ever had before I really even got to know him. I didn't think that that day could have gotten any worse. Boy was I wrong.

The only thing that kept me going throughout the day was lunch. Why did she want to get to know me? I knew she couldn't be interested in me, but there was a tiny glimmer of hope that I just couldn't seem to be rid of. What if she did like me? No! There was just no way. I pushed the thought out of my head, and did something that I had never done in my life. I feel asleep in class.

I dreamed, of course, of her. It was just the two of us, together in the middle of a strawberry field. We sat on a stereotypical red and white checkered picnic blanket eating bologna sandwiches. After we were finished eating we just sat there and stared at each other. I knew it was inevitable. As we leaned in to kiss, the scene changed. I was alone in the middle of a dark forest. There was no trail and the only light was from the moon. Just as I started to cry out for Lauren, a freezing gust of air blew all the heat out of my body. Then I heard the screaming.

Chris sprinted out of the trees with the most terrified look I had ever seen a person wear.

“RUN!” he beckoned, “run He's here.”

I ran up to Chris and tried to shake some sense into him.

“Who's here Chris?” I asked, “is it Bill?” Chris looked at me like I was crazy.

“Bill? No, He's much worse. He-” Just then, all the color left Chris' face and he started screaming for his life.

“Chris!” I pleaded, “what is it Chris?” That's when Chris was jerked from my arms and into the darkness of the forest. I didn't see what took him. All I saw was a shadow.

I stood there alone in the forest surrounded by darkness, and... whispers? They said such strange things.

“You must leave.”

“He's coming back for you.”

“You must leave now.”

“He will find you.”

I closed my eyes and screamed for the voices to stop. And then they did. When I opened my eyes, everything was silent, and when I say silent I mean silent. The wind had stopped whistling and the crickets had stopped chirping. Then the hair on the back of my neck stood on end. Something was behind me. I willed myself to turn around, but I just couldn't. I could feel someone or something breathing on my neck. I turned around and saw a shadow. The only thing I could make out on it was a long, white, horrible smile. Then I woke up.

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