Fan Fiction ❯ In The Past: My Story ❯ New Beginnings ( Chapter 1 )

Chapter 1: New Beginnings

Justin picked his backpack up and walked out the door. Today would be his first day in his new school, which happened to be only six or seven blocks down the street. He inhaled deeply as he walked silently down the street. Leaves rustled here and there as the wind began to pick up, rustling Justin's short hair slightly. The wind was great, he thought, now it just needed to rain. If it rained then he would be happy and not have to worry about fitting in at the new school. This would be the second school that he had transferred into in the last two years. The last one wasn't that bad; some of the people annoyed the hell out of him, but besides that, it was pretty much A-O-K. he looked up slightly and quickly realized the walk would longer than he thought; still not being able to see the school from here. He didn't see any other would-be students walking and began to think that he just be going in the wrong direction. he continued to walk up the slight incline, pushing all worry from his mind as he did. After about ten minutes he could see the school. It held an entire block to itself and the slightly smaller junior high was directly across the street. The grounds were very much alive with the many students chatting before the start of school. Over in the grass the obvious cheerleading team was getting in a few warm-ups in, practicing their cheers, and here and there students were messing around and joking with eachother. Justin shrugged and continued to walk to what seemed to be the main entrance to the school.

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"Ok class," Mrs. Stickley, or whatever her name was, said to the class, "We have a new student, and it's his first day here at our school. Justin, could you stand up and tell us a little about your self?"

Justin stood up, slightly nervous, and cleared his throat. "Well, um, there really not that much to tell," he stated.

"Well, I'm sure you can think of something?" She insisted.

"OK, um, I'm originally from, Michigan, my family tends to move around a lot. I've never stayed in the same place for more than four or five years." He began "About a year ago my parents got divorced; not long after, we moved down here; this is the second new school I've gone to in the last year and a half... Um majority of my family is a bit crazy," at this many of the students in the class laughed a little. " And now I'm here. That's pretty much my long and boring life story."

"I wouldn't say that, I mean I've lived in the same city for my whole life," She said encouragingly, "At least you get to move around a lot." She smiled a bit.

"Well," Justin began, "The move from Michigan was because my loser of a father had attempted to kill my mom...."

The class sat silently for a few seconds. Justin Could've sworn he would've heard a pin drop. "But besides that," he added quickly, feeling a bit uncomfortable, "All the other moves were because of jobs or family situations. And other than the last few years, my life has pretty much been hunky-dory." He lied through his teeth, he knew, because his parents divorce had been one of the very few good things that happened in his life so far. His father had been an abusive man and had continually beat his mother. He had witnessed one of the beatings when he about five years of age, and he could remember it as if it were yesterday. His mother had had a bloody nose and a black eye and she was holding his baby sister while the three of the hid in the bathroom, his father banging on the doors. His two, maybe three, year old sister was crying out of fear, not knowing what was going on, and his mother had been holding them both tight and assuring them that everything was going to be all right. The thought brought tears to his eyes and made a rage build up inside him; he wanted so much just to make his father pay for everything he had ever put his mother through.

The rest of day went by pretty uneventful. He had sat alone at lunch eating a lunch his mom had packed (with love she had said). Now it was the last class of the day, which just so happened to be his worst subject: American History. The class dragged on, and he had once again been put in the spotlight to tell "a little about himself". After forty-five minutes of monotone lecture, the bell rang and the classroom slowly emptied. After a few minutes of trying to find his locker again, Justin dropped his books off, grabbing those in which he needed for homework, headed out of the school. He walked through the havoc that was the parking lot and turned left down the street. The wind began to pick up again and Justin just smiled. holding his books under his arm he began to whistle softly the old tune his deceased great grandmother used to hum while trying to sooth him as a little boy. It had been an Indian tune that had been passed down through the ages and held a great Indian legend with it. His great grandmother had been a pure blood Cherokee Indian; though it did not show in Justin, for he had a fairly pail complexion. The tune was simple yet so soothing; the legend, in short, had been that a group of great Indian warriors had stumbled upon an enormous slumbering black bear that awoke in a rage, attacking the great warriors. The warriors attempted to defend themselves against the raging beast and their efforts only proved futile. The great bear chased the warriors to a near by stream in which a village girl was washing clothes while singing a soft tune. Upon hearing the tune, the bear was said to have stopped its vicious attacks, calming down almost instantly as it watched the small girl. It then wandered back into the woods without another thought. The wind kicked up suddenly and Justin Quickly turned to block the wind, while in the act losing his grip on his books. The two books, English and Geometry, fell to the ground and Justin quickly dove to keep from losing any of his papers in the wind. Quickly grabbing his books he stood up only to lose grip of his papers two of which flew into the air and began to flutter away.

"Damn it," Justin said under his breath as he attempted to grab his papers out of the air. Suddenly a hand snatched one of the papers out of the air.

"Here you go," the girl who had caught it said with a slightly squeaky voice as she held it out.

“Oh, thank you,” Justin smiled softly.

“You're new aren't you?” She asked with a soft smirk.

“Um.. Yeah,” Justin sighed, “is it that obvious?”

“Just a bit,” she giggled, “but don't worry. And you might want to keep better track of your papers, the losers who go to this crack house of a school will do anything to get out of doing their homework.”

“You wouldn't be one of those `losers' would you?” Justin smiled.

“Me?” She asked sarcastically, “never, I'm a good girl.” She snickered.

The two strangers began to walk down the street in silence for a minute before the girl spoke up.

“I'm Rachel by the way,” She said, looking to him.

“Oh.. um, I'm Justin,” he said quickly.

“Well Justin,” She said as a car pulled up along side them on the street, music could be heard from the inside,

“I can feel the blood, flowing through my veins,
Spilling on my soul, and now the hunger's getting bigger,
Come a little closer now, Pretentious whore and pull my trigger,
Free the violence that is building in me,
I say now end of the ride, murder suicide, Is how I've been feeln' latley,”

“It was nice to meet you, maybe I'll see you tomorrow.” Rachel said as she walked over to the passenger side of the car.

“Um, yeah, sure,” he said as she got into the car. Justin watched as the car drove off, and continued his walk home. Maybe being in a new school wouldn't be so bad.