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Breslin was now looking out of the window of his English class as Mr. Biye’s words blurred past his ears. Apparently, the class was working on creative writing so on his desk sat Ender’s Game and a tablet open to a blank page. He had trouble coming up with his own creative ideas, and it was much easier for him if somebody just gave him an idea and he ran with it. He was nothing like his book counterpart Ender Wiggin, a genius among geniuses; however at this moment he was wishing he could blast off into space like him rather than sitting in yet another classroom. Classes, clubs, events, sports, school activities, all these things would have sounded great to somebody who wasn’t slightly anti-social. Breslin wasn’t extraordinary by far. He wasn’t an extreme athlete or even that intelligent. In fact the only real talent he had acquired from his family was his ability to hold everything in. Other than that, he was a perfectly normal teenage high school junior/senior.
He had only started writing because of his Father, so if he was going to take inspiration from anyone than Ken was it. However just as Breslin was starting to form an idea, a paper ball slams into his temple.
“What the…” He whispered to himself.
“Sorry about that.” Eric Sincere apologized as he scooted his desk closer to Breslin’s. “I wasn’t aiming for your head, but I’m a terrible shot.”
Eric Sincere was just as his name sounded, one of the nicest guys you would ever meet. Being only a tad bit darker than Breslin himself, Eric seemed to have the market cornered on sincerity. His smile was heartwarming. His eyes were comforting. His laugh was infectious. And his glasses made him look more trustworthy than studious. Among all of that, Eric was also an up and coming reporter for the Clearveil Whisper.
Yet even though Eric seemed kind enough, Breslin wasn’t really feeling the whole “let’s make the new guy feel less like a loser” scene. It was really the same routine everywhere. First came the silent stares, and the murmurs of wonder. Where did he come from, they will ask. What is he like, they will ponder. Then comes the judging smiles. They literally come up to you “all smiles” and prod you for information while silently calling you a loser or a whore in the back of their mind. Last but not least, the judgment. And really, who wants to be branded as an instant outsider their first day at a new school. Isn’t it already tough enough trying to figure out where you’re going?
Breslin gave Eric a soft smile and slowly stood out of his chair.
“Ok broody.” Eric whispered to himself.
Even though he had been to multiple different schools, he was grateful that the class time was relatively the same across the board. So as he stood up, the bell rang and he was the first one to shoot out of the door. While doing this, Breslin got ran over by the girl behind him.
He fell for her, quite literally.
“I’m such a spaz.” Daisy said with a smile.
Glancing up at Daisy, he finally noticed the brown-haired girl sitting next to him on the barely acceptable, cold floor. Unlike all of the other kids in the hallway, she was the only one not staring at him like he was on fire. Breslin was actually kind of surprised he hadn’t noticed her when he walked in.
Daisy Gale’s arsenal contained light brown eyes, tan colored skin, long legs, and soft-looking hair. A natural book worm, Daisy could often been seen walking slowly through the halls of Clearveil while thumbing through multiple different tomes. Yet at the same time, she was most notably known for being the captain of the Clearveil’s dance team The Queens.
He must have been staring to long because she had time to slowly lift herself off of the ground, fix her hair, and stare back into Breslin’s hazel eyes with her left hand outstretched towards him.
“Can I offer you a lift?” She said as everyone else just simply walked around them.
And for a moment in time, Breslin felt like it was just the two of them in the hall; still blocking the door to class they just exited.
“Sure” He replied while taking her hand. Daisy’s hands were soft. Too soft for anyone who had done any type of work for a living. And she looked about seventeen. Her birthday must have come early in the year.
“Thx.” Breslin says as he straightens his shirt.
Noticing Breslin’s book on the floor, she bends over to pick it up.
“Ender’s Game, nice pick, I love this book.”
“Oh, thank you, again.” Breslin replied as he began to look down. He didn’t know why, but Daisy was making him feel really awkward.
“Well, see you around?” Daisy says in a half whisper. They were already making enough of a scene; she didn’t want to add to it.
“Yea, sure” Were the only words Breslin was able to formulate without falling over. She really was beautiful. And she was someone who definitely wouldn’t fall for Breslin.
Breaking through the newfound silence, Eric came crashing next to him.
“Yea, I’m sorry that I didn’t have enough gum to share Jack. No, you can just take the last piece.” He said with a forced smile on his face.
“Are you ok?” Breslin asked.
Eric wasn’t a small guy, but Jack was huge.
“I’m cool Broody, don’t worry about that guy, I’m here to show you around school.”
“Thanks, but no thanks.” Breslin replied while turning to leave. “I don’t need Cain babysitting me on my first day. I’m not going to mess up his system. And my names not broody, its Breslin.”
The bell had already rung, and he had wasted enough time in the hall with Daisy as it is.
“Aww come Broo…. Breslin, it will be top notch.” Eric begged as he gave Breslin some puppy dog eyes.
The look reminded him of his brother. How they used to joke around together. How they used to have fun. Used to.
“Sure, whatever, why not.” Breslin finally replied when he figured out that Eric wasn’t going down without a fight. Too his advantage, Breslin wasn’t a fighter.
“Spectacular. First things first, I got to introduce you to the guys.” Eric practically mumbled as he pushed Breslin towards the nearest exit.
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