HONK!
I was so deep in my thoughts that my body and mind had gone on autopilot. The city bus was zooming right past me. I looked both ways on an empty two-lane road, and then I began to cross. After this street, I'd be at Lyons Academy. I looked down at my watch; 7:30. I'd be late, but at least I'd have some sleep to catch up on. I walked up the steps that led to the grand entrance of Lyons Academy private school.
The school itself was three stories high. The exterior of Lyons looked like that of a museum and gave off a white house-esque feeling. It had this aura that literally screamed "prestigious." The lawn was neatly cut, and not a single spot was a different shade of green. The entrance had 3 sets of double doors with a black transmitter with an infrared red light and a 0-9 number pad right next to it. It was how all students signed in the building in real-time via student ID card or student ID number. I take off my backpack and grab my school ID, and badge myself into the building. Standing by the door was the one private safety officer in all of Lyons, Officer Black.
He sighs at my arrival, "Late again, are we, Mr. Veyron?"
He was wearing his usual navy blue outfit with the badge on his belt loop. His shiny white forehead was like the sun under the overhead fluorescent lighting. Would've blinded me had he not been wearing a Dodgers baseball cap since he's as bald as a bald eagle. He had a taser gun at his side mace on the other side. Hanging on the outside of his top right pocket was his black walkie-talkie, which he used to talk to the staff members inside the main office. Officer Black took his job very seriously; however, at the end of the day, he was just one man dealing with several other instances at the private school(which was many).
"I overslept. I've been having trouble sleeping lately." I said.
"This is your fifth time being tardy to school in these last two weeks; one more tardy, and you'll have detention."
"I'm aware, sir," I replied
"I hope so, boy," He retorted, "now head on to class. Before I give you a strike."
Officer Black loved the power he was invested by Principal L. His three strikes and you're out rule clearly rooted in his extreme love for baseball. He always uses his power rightfully especially after what went down last year.
Last year...
Seventh grade...
I shook my head and made my way out of the foyer to the main hallway. Feeling Officer Blacks blazing gaze laserbeam on my neck until I turned the corner.
As I walked down the pristine marble-floored hallway, students in classrooms with glass windows pointed at me like I was the new celebrity in the building. All the hushed whispers of the other students who were in the hall. I shouldn't be surprised. I fought the self-proclaimed wannabe thug at Lyons. By himself, he was nothing to be afraid of. However, Wade, being homies with Jackal, the main threat that everyone fears, gave him some edge and fed into his ego. Because of that, most students looked the other way when it came to shoving me into lockers, "accidentally " dropping their meals on me, whether it be breakfast or lunch, and, of course, hitting me. But things have changed, I smirked, all because of one exchange student.
On my way to my locker, I stopped by the restroom. As I entered, the motion-sensing lights flickered on, off, and finally on dimly. I went to the sink and glanced in the mirror. The bags under my eyes made me feel like I was somebody's gramps instead of a teenager, another reminder that I had been up all night. I splashed some cold water on my face, and that made me feel more awake. I took my hoodie off. My afro wasn't afro-like since I hadn't picked it. I might as well be going through some type of depression with my current appearance. I grabbed my pick and ran it through the sink water so I could easily pick my hair. I straightened my tie and my red, white, and black windbreaker. My light brown skin tone shines in the fluorescent lighting (which seems to be getting brighter). My crimson brown eyes were more alive in my almond Asian eyes. I still felt somewhat exhausted, but at least I looked presentable.
Once I left the bathroom, I took a right, which led me into the right wing corridor that led up to my locker and, conveniently enough, my first-hour class. I opened my locker, took my binder out, and hung my backpack on the hook. I went to close the locker, and before my left hand could even touch the locker door, the metallic door slammed shut on its own, echoing down the interconnected hallways of the first floor. My left hand buzzed at first, but started feeling more like pins and needles right after. I bit my lip as the pain grew sharper. The veins in my left arm were popping, and yet I couldn't shake off the weird feeling of nostalgia, like déjà vu. A wave of goosebumps spread over my body, and the pain in my hand subsided. I examined my left hand, and the veins had receded, and it was as if nothing had happened.
Maybe all those hits from Wade and Jackal desensitized me to pain. It honestly feels like a friend who will never leave me. Compared to what I deal with, I'd rather take that type of pain daily instead. I glanced back at the locker. Shockingly enough, there was a dent near the handle.
"What the hell, I didn't even touch the damn door,"
"Whose making noise in my hallways at seven in the morning", bellowed Officer Black his voice echoing down the corridor, followed by his footsteps reverberating off the marble flooring on his way to my location. I didn't wait around to have another amazing convo with the local twelve. I jog to my homeroom, aka first hour Nebraskan history and dip inside.