Fake Fan Fiction ❯ Boarding School ❯ First Day ( Chapter 1 )

*It's FAKE, it's Boarding school, but as I adore period pieces, its also set in the 1950's! Hopefully this will separate it from the many high school fics out there!

 

The first day is always the hardest. This was Ryo's mantra as he walked down the halls of the Pembery Boarding School for Boys. He'd convinced himself that he was looking forward to moving from his aunt and uncle's small, two-bedroom home to the wide halls and rooms of the school. He'd been lucky to get into the prestigious institution and he was determined to make his family proud.

He just didn't realize how intimidating the environment would be. As he walked behind the Head Master across the endless doors of classrooms, Ryo tried to get a imagine how it now feel to call this place `home' and frowned to himself. Everything seemed so- sterile. Almost he laughed as he thought back to the house he'd left just the day before and how warm and inviting it seemed compared to these polished halls, no matter how cramped it may have been.

“Hold up,” the Head Master said suddenly, motioning Ryo toward the side of the hall. Before he could ask why, the loud, clanging classroom bell rang out and the hallway was abruptly filled with the rush of students. The young sandy-blonde man watched as they passed by without so much as a glance his way. He found that he was searching for a friendly face, someone to at least send a pleasant smile his way, but only a few students paused near him and that was only to send a brief nod of acknowledgement to the Head Master before moving on their way.

Suddenly a loud shout went up at the further end of the hall as a group of rowdy teen boys burst out of a classroom, their teacher close on their heels. “I'll expect ALL of you boys to hand that paper in by the end of the day!” the instructor yelled after them. Ryo quickly noted that the three boys in question were rubbing their behinds with cross looks over their faces. So they did use corporal punishment here. He let out a breath and prayed he'd never have to feel the sting of the paddle in front of the class.

“Just a moment Randy” the Head Master said as he stepped into the bustling hallway to stop the progress of the three unruly students. “Well, well,” he said in an exasperated tone, “Mr. Laytner, why am I not surprised to find you in the midst of trouble?” Ryo watched as the Master faced off with the boy Ryo assumed must be the leader of the group. His uniform looked a bit rumpled and his tie was askew, but it wasn't the boy's clothes that caught Ryo's attention, it was his eyes. The dark-haired boy was looking at the authority figure with clear dislike; his jade green eyes staring challengingly back at the middle-aged man in defiance. Ryo would never have dreamed of confronting someone so openly, let alone the head of the entire school! He didn't know if he admired this `Laytner' for his guts or thought he was just stupid.

“Professor Hartmann already `reprimanded' us…Sir” the dark-haired boy replied.

For a moment they stood facing each other, until the green-eyed student shifted restlessly. “We have to get to our next classes, sir,” he said nodding toward his friends still standing behind him.

The Head Master shrugged and stepped aside to let them pass, but Ryo heard him tell Laytner as he walked by, “You'll never amount to anything if you keep the street tough attitude Mr. Laytner.” The boy acted as if he heard nothing, but Ryo saw in his face that the comment bothered him. The crowd suddenly shifted and Laytner almost ran right into Ryo in his rush to get past the Head Master. The honey blond felt himself staring into those intense green depths and, for some reason he couldn't fathom and to his considerable embarrassment, he blushed. He'd never met anyone whose presence seemed so palpable a force, he swore he could almost feel it push against his every nerve.

“What the hell you lookin at new fish?”

For a moment Ryo felt as if he'd been physically slapped, so harsh was the dark-haired boy's tone before he moved on down the hall.

 

The first day is always the hardest…