3Black butterfly: New beginnings
Chapter 2: Some beginnings are better than others…
School.
It wasn't my favorite topic nor was it my favorite place to spend a nice day like today. It was early spring, around the time where students would be moving up a grade and where many would be starting high school. This was the time of the year where things seem fresh and new, and the sky crystal blue. But the thing that made today such a drag was it was first day of school, for me at least, and everyone else started two weeks ago.
After that night with my former 'friends', not only was I bed ridden for nearly 3 weeks for having fractures in my spine, arms, and legs and having a mild concussion, luckily, I was found by the police in time and I was put on some bullshit city restriction for being involved in gang related crimes. I know I should be more thankful of the police since they were the ones who practically saved me from the ass beating I had taken. But the next day I woke up with blacks eyes, back pain, and a raging head to only top it off with my arm handcuffed to a hospital bed while officers surrounding my grandfather and me, asking all different kinds of questions! Like really? Was the handcuffing even necessary? Like where did they think I would go?
This was why I hated the police, they were nothing but a bunch of pricks that didn't even do their jobs right. Even the officer who was working on my case, He was an absolute A-hole. He was some old fart who seriously had attitude issues. Every time I saw him he just gave me the most dirties look like I chose his life career. You would think they would show me a little bit of kindness after going through that beating but there was none. But who's really to blame, huh? I guess that's what I get for being a delinquent.
Now that I had (somewhat) healed, 3 weeks later, I was now ready to start school and I seriously didn't what to go. Not only was a two weeks late and had to settle in with students who already settled into school and was used to everything, I had to get use to this new school. I barely went to class in middle school. But school was a hell of a lot better than sharing a cell with murderers and if I don't go to school every day and on time, which will be exactly what I'll be doing.
I had already readied myself this morning. I had woken up in a bit of a good mood, I guess. I had rested well for these past 3 weeks and I was honestly tired of staying in the house. When I was finished putting on the uniform that I was required to wear for school I looked in the mirror and felt so weird looking at myself.
The uniform was rather basic with the black blazer with the school logo on the left chest pocket. The black skirt was rather short and the red necktie was like the most difficult part. I literally had to Google how to tie a tie. It's not like I have any brothers or father around to teach me anything like that. Well, there was my grandfather but I never ever seen him in anything more than a traditional Japanese Yukata. Rarely, you see him wearing a shirt and jeans but that was only on baseball days.
Speaking of my grandfather, as soon as I was about to leave out the room, my grandfather knocked on my door and I quickly let him in.
"I was just about to leave." I said. Just as I mentioned, he was wearing his grey Yukata with pictures of white flowers all around it. My grandfather didn't look that old either. He was in his late fifties but for an old man he was husky but clearly it was all muscles. I think that he use to be a body builder when he was younger but whenever I ask him if he was one he just laugh at the question and say he use to play sports as a kid, Which I call bullshit. There is no way.
He smiled at me, his grey bearded face looking friendly and pleasant at usual, like a friendly bear. "I was just making sure." He said stepping into my room, "You know what the officer said. No lateness or you'll be going against your restrictions."
I gave him my sarcastic look and said, "Thanks for reminding me for the 100th time."
He came closer towards me and bopped me upside my head harmlessly but irritatingly. "Don't get smart. Since you have this restriction, maybe you can focus on school more and get good grades and even go to college."
As soon as I turned my back to him and reached for my book bag, I rolled my eyes and said under my breath "you don't say" I put the bag on my shoulder and said, "Well, if it makes anything better, I'm leaving now." I walked passed him and started down the hallway.
"Wait, you haven't even eaten anything."
"Doesn't matter," I said as I continued to walk, "I'll grab something on the way."
I ran down the steps and made my way to the front door. My grandfather shoes and mine lined up in the entryway of the door. I grabbed my cheap black Mary Jane flats, not bothering to get anything fancy since I'll have to change my shoes as soon as I get to school anyway. I hurried to put them on and the second my hand reached the doorknob. My grandfather voice reached my ears.
"Mikoto, Wait," He said coming down the steps. "Don't forget to say good-bye to your mother." I looked at my grandfather; he still had the same smile on his face. I had suddenly had an irritating feeling going on in my stomach.
"Granddad, I don't have time for any of that." I said trying to hurry and make my escape.
"Mikoto, just do it." He pointed to the direction of the dining room and said, "Don't do it for me… but for your mom. It will make her happy."
Damn… his words always getting to me; always knowing my weaknesses. I pulled the shoes off my feet and started walking toward the dining room. When I got there, the mini shrine in which my mother picture sat surrounded my half burned incents and fresh flowers. Looking at the picture made my chest tighten. My mother had died entirely too young and beautiful.
My grandfather stood at the entryway of the dining room but the longer I shared at the picture it felt like it was only my mother and I in the room. It was almost like looking at myself. My mother and me almost look like twins. We both had big almond shaped eyes, the same plumped lips that had a natural color of fading raspberries, and from what I can remember we both had the same texture of thick midnight black hair but in the picture, hers was much shorter. She always kept hers short and I always left my along to grow.
I pressed my hands together in the preying position and sent the prier above. It was funny though; I have never been the type of person to care for the gods or sprites in anyway. In fact, I could openly admit that I didn't believe in any of those things. But whenever it came to preying to my mom and her looking down upon me I automatically felt that it was true just for her. It made me feel relax in a way.
Once I was down I walked back to the door and put my shoes back on. "I'm leaving now." I told my grandfather as he watched me. I grabbed the doorknob and walked out the door. And as soon as I went took that first step out the door and felt that spring morning heat I intensely wanted to go back inside and never come back out.
My class I was assigned to was class 1-B and my teacher name was Risa Aiwa. That's was literally everything I knew about the class at this point. So far the staff of the school was pretty nice and the school wasn't nearly as trashy as I expected it to be. So far I had a very good first impression from the place. But I knew it was only because I didn't meet any of the students yet.
I was standing outside the door of the class and I could already hear the students talking amongst each other. I don't know why but I had broken out in a cold sweat. I had nothing really to be afraid of. The fact that I was the new kid would surly make me the topic of discussion, though I didn't really care much about that. Other than that, I had nothing really to worry about. I think the main reason why I was so worried was that I wouldn't be liked. Would anyone know that I use to be in a gang? Or if would they judge me if they knew? It was possibility that students I knew from middle school would be here. I'd be a fool to think that anyone forgotten about me. Especially if the petty gossipy girls from middle school that would, no doubt, taint my name for the sake of their entrainment. I would be the social outcast, sitting at the back of the class next to the window, staring out into this world, wasting life away because everyone would be so damn afraid to even make eye contact with me. Everyone knew how cliché that could be. But it was 95% chance of that actually happen and everything that I fear at the moment would be inevitable.
I just took a deep breath and made my hand reach to slid open the door. But once my hand touched the holder, someone had already begun to open the door. Out of pure nervousness I held my breath. The guy who stood in front of me looked like someone who was twenty-five. He was at least 6ft tall and had a grumpy look on his face that scared me a little. He wore the school uniform and had music blasting out earphones that looped around his ears. After taking a good look at me "Um." He said, still given that grumpy look. "You're in the way." His words were dull and his voice was so deep. There is no way he was a high school student.
I continued to look up at him, wondering if he was actually in my class or not. I looked like a little kid next to him. "I'm sorry…I…" I said, still looking at him strangely. Five seconds or so go by without me even noticing.
He sighed and rolled his eyes. "Yes, I get it. I'm tall. I look 30. I shouldn't be in school, blah, blah, blah." He said with the same grumpy dull voice. "But I can confirm that I am only 15."
My eyebrow lifted in confusion. "What?" I didn't know if I should call him a mind reader or take it as he really does get this a lot.
He sighed again. "Excuse me, I must take a piss. I would like to walk pass you, if you don't mind" he lightly bushed me to get pass then started walking down the hall then put the earphone in his ear.
Okay that was totally unexpected. I thought. Will everyone here be like that? I took one step into the class and as I expected, everyone eyes landed on me and the talking had completely stopped. My stomach made that same irritating turning feeling that I hated so much. Yup…this is bad.
"Mikoto?" the voice came from a girl I hadn't even realized there in the crowed of students. The red head bombshell approached me and my heart skipped a beat. "It's so nice to see you!" Hikari looked twice as shocked as I was.
"I didn't know you were coming to this school, Hikari…" I said, "I would have thought you would've gone to a more privet school with the grades you made."
She smiled beautifully and said, "This school is good too." All the students took their attention away from me and back to what they were doing originally. "So…" she started back up. "Why are you two weeks late?"
I expected her to know. "I…"trying to find the right words. I couldn't tell her what actually happen, she would freak (If she still cared, really). "I…was sick." Lying was not my strong suit and smiling out of controllably didn't help either. "It was a real bad cold. Probably got it from the seasons changing."
"Hmm" she studied me up and down, seeing through my bullshit. "I always thought your immune system was on some godly level."
Saving me from saying another lie I knew I wouldn't dig myself out of, the teacher walked into the class and just like it was on cue, the first bell ranged and class was finally in session. Ms. Aiwa, who I already met in the school main office, was a natural beauty. She looked young and vibrant. But she had a bass in her voice that was totally teacher like.
"Ah, Ms. Ishida." She said as soon she made eye contact with me. Everyone in the class had already taken their seats. Aiwa sensei went to her desk and yelled out to all the students. "Good morning kid! Today I have very special announcement. We have a new student."
"Aiwa-sensei, I'm not actually new…I just starting late." I said nervously. "Well…maybe a little new."
Aiwa smiled, "You're right, my apologies. Ms. Ishida here has gotten into an accident lately that had her hospitalized."
Great… I thought.
Hikari sat in the front of the class. She eyes burned on me like she was looking into my soul. It was like she was sending her message through telepathy. I knew you were bullshit.
"So, Ms. Ishida," Aiwa-sensei continued, "You can introduce yourself."
I looked upon the class of students and they all looked at me with eyes of boredom. "Okay," I said, taking a little deep breath. "My name is Mikoto Ishida, I'm 15 years old and I'm glad to meet you all." I bowed my head in respect then took my attention to Aiwa-sensei.
"Very good!" Aiwa said, "Now we can…"
Aiwa-sensei was cut off by the sudden sound of the classroom door opening. The tall boy who had stopped me earlier came in and he still had his earphone playing his music loudly in his ears.
Aiwa gave give her disgust face and beamed her deadly eyes on the boy. "SHIBA!" she yelled a voice I knew I would here more during school year a lot. "Why are you late to my class?"
He took the earphones from out his ears and gave her a questionable look. "What did you say? I didn't hear you."
I could have sworn I saw one of Aiwa-sensei eyes twitched. But before she could even lose it, she took a really deep breath in and looked at the boy with a much calmer look. "Shiba. Take your seat before I give you class room chores."
"Right…" he said "I only went to the bathroom." He made his way down the aisles of desk and seats. As soon as he got to his seat, plopped down in the seat than put his earphones back in and laded his head down on the desk.
Aiwa-sensei sighed and took her attention back to me. "A seat. That's what we need for you now." She scanned the whole room looking for the seat. The room was nearly full though there were some seats still available. She had decided to give me the seat all way in the back, second to the last seat. I was next to the window and got full view of the city.
God…I feel like an anime character.
Lunch had started and it was held there in the class. I didn't bring any lunch but that didn't even bother me one bit. I got up from my seat and walked to the doorway. I exited out into the hallway and made my way to the girl's bathroom. It wasn't far from the class and easy to find.
I entered the spacey room that only had two working toilets and three stalls. I took the stall in the middle, seeing as though it looked the cleanest and began to do my business. Then suddenly I hear voices of girls walk into the bathroom.
They both were loud and over bearing and it were obvious they didn't know I was there. What made it more obvious was what one of the girls started to say.
"Hey, did you hear that delinquent chick goes here now?"
"Delinquent chick?" the other girl repeated, "Who?"
"I think her name is Ishida."
My stomach turned and I could feel nervousness building up inside. They knew of me. They knew I was in a gang. They knew that I was bad news. They knew.
"Oh, that girl!" the other caught on, "I Heard of her. Didn't she like go to jail for nearly beating this girl half to death in middle school?"
"Yes, that's the one! She hangs out with those scary bitches that skip school and hangs out in the park. I surprised they even let her in to the school. Don't they do background checks anymore?"
They started to laugh mockingly and my head just started spinning. Out of controllably. I needed to get out of there.
I hurried to fix myself and then open the stall door to only revel the two mocking girls. As soon as they saw my face they laughter came to an udder stop and they expression turned to stone. My hands were sweaty, my heart beating fast, these girls was scared shitless and I was feared…and I didn't want that.
"I…" one of the girls started. Without even finishing, the other girl grabbed her friend and quickly exited.
And I stood there. Heart still beating fast, palms still sweaty, and a tainted name…
A/N::: Hello everyone! I'm back online from months of getting S*%# TOGETHER!
I improved on my writing A LOT! and I am happy to start posting again.
Hope people would bare with me because BBNB is going to make a huge 180 in the next few chapters.
So, UNTIL NEXT TIME LOVELIES~
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