A Little Nervous

Damien yapped on as we walked while I avoided replying to any of his comments. I had spent less than ten minutes with the guy and already felt like my head would explode. He tired me out, with his constant chatter and over the top laughter. That was why when we made a turn around another nook in the hallway, I was glad to see we had finally arrived at the destination. A plate on the door read:


What a way to start the day. I loved listening to music but never enjoyed the participatory part involved in the subject.

Sounds of loud shouts and roars came from the other side of the door, all belonging to soon-to-meet classmates. Maybe this wasn't a strict class as I thought it would be. Or the teacher was absent. Either way, the idea of joining a group of noisy teenagers didn't bother me all that much. The idea of them involving me in their acts was what had my stomach twisting in knots inside of me.

This was my first, first-day in a new school. I didn't want to mess it up but I should have known running into Damien had already done the job.

"Ready to get it over with?" A voice popped me out of my thoughts and I looked up to see him, smiling gently. His eyes said it all, though. They were sparkling, as if witnessing my reaction to meeting the ruckus of a class that awaited would fulfill his life's wishes.

Slipping my hands into my pockets, I shrugged. "It's not like I have a choice."

Grinning, Damien's hand curled around the doorknob and he pushed it open.

The End

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