JACK
The Junior was sitting in the area he'd been instructed to follow, laying his backpack down on his lap, eyes open, and unable to sleep, despite having planned to use it as a pillow. After some amount of time, he was to be discovered by one of the bloody upperclassmen, whom he was to partner up with. As much as he wanted to nap again until the senior arrived, and his energy was restored so he could confront the other students at this new school of his. But that was also his undoing: or at least he thought so because a bit of paranoia kicked in, and Jack didn't want to wake up with something being done to him, perhaps a vile wet willy like in elementary school, being kicked in the stomach while his eyes were closed, getting his wallet stolen, being drawn on his face with marker…Now, he knew this may not happen for sure, but he'd never been to this school before, and it made him all the more cautious being there on his first day.
He thought about the arrows that had led him to this 'waiting area' of sorts, and even saw himself walking onto a huge red 'X' and having an anvil, or a piano dropped on him, like on some of those older cartoons, Tom and Jerry most fitting to his current situation. He'd have been Jerry the mouse, some Senior, likely the one assigned to him, being Tom the cat, and dropping an anvil, or a piano or something onto his head and laughing about it like a smug bastard. Oh, how it was so fun to imagine these sorts of outrageous scenes as explanations to even the littlest things in life, from old beliefs such as the easter bunny really actually being a chicken, or rudolph the red nosed reindeer a terminator sent back in time to kill Santa Claus, before being reprogramed to protect him. Yet These are merely just a few of the thoughts of a fool like Mr. McCoy.
The teen got up a little, and peeked around for someone to come to him, before sitting up on his back to wait, sighing when he looked into the floor, ceiling, and the walls before him, which were reminding him that he was stuck here for another few hours today, and it'd also be his prison for the rest of the week until the weekend, that is unless the school didn't believe in weekends.
"That'd be totally harsh…what kind of nut doesn't give us weekends?! When the hell else would we sleep in during the morning and stay up late to play video games or something? Would they still have winter and spring break, or do those just not count?…I wonder if this school has a mini-cafe with some coffee?….I need coffee like, more often so I don't fall asleep like I usually do. I wonder what Grampa has planned when I get home?…"
The young man's mind began to drift off as he went through various matters which were mostly of little importance...