Chapter 1 A Beginning to an End
Breaking News: A homicide has been reported
down Stone Lane at the Turner's residence. The victim is thirty-two year old Elizabeth Turner. Authorities say that they are doing all they can to find the perpetrator. There seem to be no leads, but there is one witness to the scene: her 10-year-old child. The killing is so gruesome that many police officers are leaving the residence vomiting. It's a wonder how the child is doing after witnessing such a thing.
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"Shit....Shiiit!...SHITTTTTT!" William Turner shouted as he recklessly rummaged through his closet. He was screwed: it was his first day of being in high school, and he was going to be late! All because he couldn't find his stupid shoes. He bit his nail in frustration. He thought he had put it in a place he remembered.
"Language William!" Shouted Mr. Turner from
downstairs.
William groaned, "Sorry! I can't find my stupid shoes!" He started to pull things out of his dresser in hopes he had accidentally stuffed it in there, but no luck. It was hopeless at this point. William might as well go to school barefoot.
"Did you check under your bed?" His father asked, knowing his son loved to stuff the majority of his things under his bed. It was often that William misplaced things only for them to be in simple places, not that he believed that. He swore that the universe had it out against him.
William scoffed before rolling his eyes. Of course, he had checked under his bed; he wasn't stupid. Then again, another glance wouldn't hurt...would it? "I already checked, they're n—" There they were, his brand-new sneakers still in the box. William was dumbfounded. He could have sworn he checked, but then again, his memory wasn't the best.
He quickly slipped on his shoes and ran downstairs. William headed straight for the door not wanting to waste a second more.
Mr. Turner reached out to stop him, but couldn't catch him in time."Wait! William! What about breakfast?" He shouted in hopes his son would hear him.
William did hear him, but he simply didn't care. He couldn't afford to be late on the first day. He ran towards the school. He had no stamina whatsoever; his legs felt like jelly from a measly five-minute run. This was a twenty-five minute run. William was out of breath by the time he arrived at his school.
Looking up, He saw the sign that said "Finley J Clover High School". William's heart raced at the possibility of seeing old friends and even making new ones. He couldn't wait for the high school life only seen in movies.
He walked through the crowded hallways
searching for his homeroom class. William couldn't help but feel eyes on him. It felt unwelcoming. It was like people were planning his demise right from the start. He brushed it off thinking it was just nerves.
When he finally found his homeroom, William
made his way to his desk. It was only a minute before the bell rang. He sighed in relief, knowing he wasn't late on his first day. The teacher then walked in a dead expression on her face. It was only the first day and she looked miserable.
She then wrote her name on the board: Ms.Hopper. William was excited, hoping to learn as much as he could from the teacher. "Okay...let's just get introductions over with..." She muttered in a monotone voice.
This was what William was waiting for. First
impressions were always important, especially to him. They were the entryway to a person's personality. He felt a squeeze in his chest. He couldn't even contain his excitement all he could think of was what he was going to say. He was so preoccupied with his thoughts that before he knew it, it was already his turn.
He shot up quickly upon hearing his name.
William rubbed the back of his neck. In his mind he pictured himself standing tall and proud,
"I'm...I'm William...I uhm hope we can be friends!" He stammered out trying his best to seem confident and lively. A smile adorned his face as he stared around the room hoping to see one back.
He began to falter when seeing nothing but disgusted looks and threatening glares. Had he already screwed up on his first day?
William shrunk even further eventually sitting
back down. He couldn't stop thinking about the unwelcoming and vile looks he had received. William kept trying to decode his words, seeing if everyone else had seen some deeper meaning to them. He was then pulled from his thoughts when a piece of folded-up paper landed on his desk. The last time someone had passed a note to him was back in kindergarten; it was quite strange.
He slowly opened the note: "You did good,
Don't think too much about it -Nathaniel Tiffin." His eyebrows raised as he looked behind him. At the desk sat a boy: he was plus-sized, his skin was lovely dark honey, his hair curly and free, and glasses resting on the tip of his nose. A strange feeling developed in William. It was unexplainable perhaps a fondness? The boy's gaze was kind and timid as he gave a kind smile. It made William feel reassured.
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A few weeks would pass. William had tried his
best to make new friends, everyone steered clear of him like the plague. All he could contact was his old friends from middle school. He didn't mind but he just wanted some new faces. William did his best to befriend Nathaniel but could only ever manage to sprout a hi before scurrying away.
It was the start of algebra when William
realized he had come unprepared; he forgot a pencil. It was such a minor thing he was sure he could just ask someone and receive one like that. He stared at the boy in front of him gathering the courage to ask him for a pencil. The boy who had dark red hair went by the name Adam King. Most people called him by his first and last name liking the way it rolled off their tongues.
William gently tapped on Adam's shoulder only
to be met with a sharp glare. He shrunk in his seat, feeling somehow inferior to the being before him.
"I...I just need..uhm a pencil." He murmured
softly avoiding the red-head's harsh gaze. Adam King smiled before nodding. He reached into his bag. William let out a sigh of relief. Maybe he had made a new-
THWACK!
The sound echoed around the room. William
fell back to the floor holding his now bleeding forehead. He had just been hit with a pencil. A sharpened pencil at that. It hit him square in the forehead. It wasn't painful but maybe that was just from the shock of it all. Adam King leered over him. "Did...Did I hurt you?" He mocked, his Russian accent presentable with each word. A spark of laughter roared throughout the room. His russian accent presentable.
William looked around seeing even the friends
from middle school joining in on the twisted humor. His eyes landed on the teacher in hopes of her shouting at them to stop, anything that would stop the harassment. He got nothing. She didn't stop teaching. It was like William was invisible. Adam King leaned down getting close to his face. He then flicked his forehead right in the part he had scratched. William couldn't help but wince. It was like all the pain he had been ignoring came in a full instant right at Adam's command.
"I think I found my new dog," King announced with a sly grin.