"Time to get up!" Noah's mom shouted while walking by his door. "You don't want to be late for your first day of seventh-grade!" His eyes fluttered open, not comprehending the command he had just been given. He turned on his side and took a look at the clock. His eyes grew wide with fear as he sprung out of bed. "8:15," it said in bold neon red font. The bus would be here in fifteen minutes and he hadn't done squat.
He quickly got dressed, brushed his teeth, packed his lunch, and put his favorite cap on. It was his favorite not because of how it looked, but because of the memories it brought him. He had gotten it before what he had decided to call, "The Great Move." He had a minute or so until the bus arrived so he decided to sit outside and eat a breakfast bar while he waited for it to arrive.
While waiting, he thought about his ideal school day. He decided his ideal school day would consist of three things. One, he had at least one nice, comfortable seat in the very back of one of his classes. Two, he was able to somewhat understand the curriculum. And three, he wouldn’t make any new friends. He was abruptly awakened from his little fantasy when the bus came. He got up from the rock he was sitting on and climbed aboard.
The bus driver gave him a faint smile that was obviously fake, and gestured with her hand to take a seat. He did so and took an empty window seat in the third row. It looked as if no one was going to take the seat next to him, until a boy with baggy jeans, black sneakers, and a navy V-neck t-shirt got on. He looked at Noah and smiled, but it wasn't a fake smile like the one the bus driver had given him. It was a pure, genuine smile. Noah knew this meant he would be coming over and plopping his blackish-grey bag right next to him. He was right.
"Hey!" he said, still holding the same smile he had before, "I'm Jack. What's your name?" Noah looked over at him responded in his best, "Oh, I just noticed you were there" smile.
"Um, my name is Noah."
"That's a cool name! Are you new here?" Noah, wanting to end this conversation as soon as possible, gave a simple nod.
"That's cool. Where do you live?" Oh gosh! It was the dreaded question! He would have to tell him in hopes of not being rude. He only wished Jack wouldn't put this information to any use, considering he only lives a couple of houses down.
"Um, just a bit down that way." He pointed back in the direction of his house.
"Do you mean that small house with the big forest, pond, and barn?" Oh man, he knew.
"Um, ya."
"That house has been abandoned for years!"
"Really?" he asked. Pretending he hadn't known.
"Ya! I've always thought that place was so cool!"
"Seriously?"
"Ya! The house its self isn't the best but I don't tend to do much inside besides eat, sleep, and do my homework." Suddenly, the bus pulled up to the school.
"Oh, I guess I'll see you later." Jack sighed.
"See you," Noah replied. For the rest of the day, he was thinking about what Jack had said. "Is it really that nice? Have I been overreacting?" These thoughts brought back a feeling he direly hated. The feeling of uncertainty. When it came to the rest of the day, he ended up having six seats in the front of the class and one in the middle, all of which were very uncomfortable. He also had a hard time understanding each classes curriculum due to the fact he couldn’t get his mind off what Jack had said. He got home, spent a couple of hours on homework, and fell asleep.
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