Post by clay on Apr 27, 2012 12:03:33 GMT -5
Clay walks across green grass outside of North Ashwick High, the freshly cut grass always a welcomed scent to him. The sky was blue and the temperature was just perfect, a small breeze cutting across the campus the cherry on an day were the weather was already amazing. He gripped the strap of his backpack hanging from his shoulder, the newly purchased strap had been pulled to tight. He would need to fix it later but for now he was actually just dreading going into his new school. The Campus was beautiful, the groundskeeper should have been given an award for the job he was doing on the landscaping.
The inside of the coach's office is where he had spent most of the day, the small room was right outside the gym. Only a thin wooden door keeping the office from the very 'interesting' odors coming from the locker room. It was obvious that the coach was excited to meet him, even bringing his assistants in to meet the 'boy wonder from down south.' By now he was all foot balled out. Someone how he thought the school would not be as easy to accept him, especially not the current QB who he would be replacing.
He was about to move through the Cafeteria's outer doors, a few people already hanging around outside the door, probably the outcasts. High schools typically had the same hierarchy when it came to cliques, although he didn't think jocks fell as high on the pyramid as they had at his last school. He could feel eyes on him from the outsiders as he presses his hand against the cold metal edge of the glass door and gives it a push.
The air conditioning hits him in the face, cold compared to outside. He steps into the cafeteria and takes a few steps inside, trying to get his bearings. The principal had shown him around earlier but he had not really paid attention. The lunchroom was loud, different conversations going on all about the room. Some were loud, some were soft but all adding the the busy atmosphere of the lunch room. The many different scents permeating the air filling the air was a tribute to how many types of food the cafeteria sold. His blue eyes searching the room for any feeling of familiarity to his old school.
He could feel a few pairs of eyes on him, knowing that standing in front of the door looking around wasn't helping him. He spotted the normal groups amongst the tables. The nerds, half of them with a computer in front of them; The rich, most of them sitting in various positions on the table they were occupying, wearing sweaters and pants that cost more than his whole outfit; the Drama geeks, the Emos, the poor. They were all here, just like his last school, the difference was the Jock table, all of them looking at him, then turning their heads. The QB he was replacing obviously the tall blond in the center sneering at him. He sighed and picked a empty table, sitting down and pulling an apple out of his backpack. It was going to be a long year.
The inside of the coach's office is where he had spent most of the day, the small room was right outside the gym. Only a thin wooden door keeping the office from the very 'interesting' odors coming from the locker room. It was obvious that the coach was excited to meet him, even bringing his assistants in to meet the 'boy wonder from down south.' By now he was all foot balled out. Someone how he thought the school would not be as easy to accept him, especially not the current QB who he would be replacing.
He was about to move through the Cafeteria's outer doors, a few people already hanging around outside the door, probably the outcasts. High schools typically had the same hierarchy when it came to cliques, although he didn't think jocks fell as high on the pyramid as they had at his last school. He could feel eyes on him from the outsiders as he presses his hand against the cold metal edge of the glass door and gives it a push.
The air conditioning hits him in the face, cold compared to outside. He steps into the cafeteria and takes a few steps inside, trying to get his bearings. The principal had shown him around earlier but he had not really paid attention. The lunchroom was loud, different conversations going on all about the room. Some were loud, some were soft but all adding the the busy atmosphere of the lunch room. The many different scents permeating the air filling the air was a tribute to how many types of food the cafeteria sold. His blue eyes searching the room for any feeling of familiarity to his old school.
He could feel a few pairs of eyes on him, knowing that standing in front of the door looking around wasn't helping him. He spotted the normal groups amongst the tables. The nerds, half of them with a computer in front of them; The rich, most of them sitting in various positions on the table they were occupying, wearing sweaters and pants that cost more than his whole outfit; the Drama geeks, the Emos, the poor. They were all here, just like his last school, the difference was the Jock table, all of them looking at him, then turning their heads. The QB he was replacing obviously the tall blond in the center sneering at him. He sighed and picked a empty table, sitting down and pulling an apple out of his backpack. It was going to be a long year.