Derek Porter's Story

"Actually Yes. " Derek Replied with a Faint Smile " I was Wondering if someone could show me the school. I didn't want a Rich snob or a person with Enough problems as they are to Help me get to know the building and this looked like the place to go...It seems I'll just figure it out."He said with a shrug "Sorry for being a burden. " Derek said turning to walk away Seeing a Spot on the wall to just lean on and Imagine.

Franc sighed. The first day on her new school. She had just been released from the clinic but she still felt weak. Probably because she was affraid she'd fall in a psychosis again. Or it was becouse of the fact that she didn't like being around that much people. Really, school was like hell to her. Too many kids. Most of them were so shallow and rude. Franc was the type of person who was likely to be an outcast. Simply because she had a complicated persona. And people were too lazy to try understanding her.

She stopped walking and she awkwardly stood in front of the school. It looked so big. So full of people. People who were going to insult her. People who wouldn't understand her. Who would just call her a freak and laugh at her. ''Yeah, this is going to be fantastic.'' she thought sarcastically. Rough start already, she was all by herself and she didn't know who to go sit with. Groups were already formed and just like a puzzle, they would probably not need an extra piece.

Trying to make this new school less horrible for her she walked to one of the less crowded tables. She saw a few cool looking people sitting there, the type of people she'd love to hang around with.

''Hey,'' she said sort of awkwardly ''Can I.. Can I join you guys?''

Daniel set his bike up at the bike rack, and slowly walked towards the main door of King Middle School. This could be it. This could be Daniel's new life. His new beginning. Maybe things could go back to the way they were before, where he had to worry about whether or not he brushed his hair correctly rather than his depression. Daniel practiced a feign smile, and slowly opened the door.

The light was brightening, or so Daniel thought. He continued walking, constantly practicing his fake smile. He could feel one tear strolling down his cheek, and quickly wiped it away before anyone could see. He looked around, hoping to find a table that would capture his interest. He quickly saw a pretty yet obviously much older girl walking to a table where a few students around his age were sitting who didn't seem to be part of any clique-yet. Since there wouldn't be any standards for a non-clique group, he walked towards them wondering how many were newcomers and how many had already been to this school in years past. He got to the table a few seconds after the older girl, which was enough time to hear her ask to join them.

"Be courageous," Daniel thought, as he mustered up the courage to say, "Hey... umm would you mine if I -uh- sat here also? I'm new here, the name is Daniel Lockwood, but feel free to call me Danny. I'm in ninth grade."

Derek looked over at Fransceska and Daniel With a shrug said "Aint my Table It's..." He looked back down at Eira "I'm sorry I didn't catch your name. " Derek said To Eira Softly slipping his hands out of her hand's Gentle grip And standing up Straight. Looking down at Eira. Derek was suspicious.
" Her tone with me two minutes ago was A little Rude and now she just Grabbed my hands asking me if I played any sports What In the world got into her? "

This question bothered him in his head while he walked away to the other side of the table and sat down.

Daniel was quite shocked at the boys rude answer. He was surprised the boy would dismiss him with, "It ain't my table." Daniel was suddenly confronted by a pretty girl who asked, "Hey, can I sit here...?" Daniel looked at her, and nearly forgetting that he hadn't yet been "allowed" to sit at the table, he enthusiastically responded, "Sure! The names Daniel... Daniel Lockwood that is." Then Daniel took a seat of his own, however on the other side of the table to keep his distance from the unresponsive girl in case she didn't want him there.

Daniel took a seat, noticing the girl had a bruise on one of her arms. "Probably nothing," he thought. "So, I don't think I caught your name. Is this your first year here? I'm new, from... from Las Vegas." Daniel said that with distress, as he didn't want to be reminded of his past life at a time like this.

Franc looked a bit confused but she decided to sit down. She looked down at her lap in a shy way.

''My name is Franc. Don't ever call me Franceska or I'll tear your eyes out.'' she said.

''Oh fuck, that sounded harsh. Like I was some kind of psycho. In a way I am one, but nobody should know. They are gonna call me a freak again if they find out. Just like at my old school.'' she thought hoping nobody would've noticed she said that she was going to rip their eyeballs out.

"Why Is it exactly that I can't call you Franceska? It is your given name from birth is it not? " Derek said with a odd tone.
Derek turned to look at her " Your name is YOUR name don't Hate it, Just exist with it " He said coldly as he examined her speech and reaction.

" Why is She so dame judgmental about herself? She looked down in her lap like she was shy but now her face has changed and from what I can see it looks like she was worried ...Well then again she did threaten to Tear my eyes out but still she probably was just worried about not being accepted after all this is a Big highschool. " He thought to himself getting sidetracked from the conversation at hand with his Own personal thoughts.

"UGHH SO MANY DAME QUESTIONS " " Oh yes im conversing with Franceska " He jumped back to the real world with no facial emotion what so ever looking at Her waiting for a response.

''I'm named after my grandma. She was a terrible person. I don't like to think about that woman every time somebody says my name.'' Franc said without emotion as she looked Derek straight in the eye. Her eyes betrayed her tone, they showed a bit of anger.

Quickly she looked at her lap again. ''Damn, why are you such a creep? I have probably freaked them out. I don't wanna be this weird. You are hated. They hate you. You're fucked. You'll be lonely. Just like on the other school. I hate myself.'' her thoughts conversated in her head in a crazy way. But on the outside it was not visible at all. She looked perfectly calm and reached for her bag and got a package of cigarettes out.

''Anyone fancy a cigarette?'' she said in a totally different, much friendlier way.

Daniel laughed at Franc's comment, because while it might of seem harsh he assumed the "tear you apart" part was a joke. Then, Daniel faced Jordan to answer her question. "Well, of course I'm scared. For many reasons... but I can't tell her that, can I?" Daniel then realized that Jordan was also new to the school, as she said she came from a different area. He decided to go ahead and tell the truth and said, "Yeah... I guess. I hope I'll be able to make new friends. California is quite different from Las Vegas, and I am afraid that maybe my "culture" will be too different for people that have always lived here. On top of that I've..." He took a breath, realizing that he was just about to say he lost his family, and instead continued with a joke,"I mean, Las Vegas is the place of gamblers and California is the place of celebrities and drug addicts." Then, Daniel said, "How 'bout you Jordan?" He scooted down the table as he asked her the question, so to give her a space to sit.

Franc suddenly got out a packet of cigarettes and said, "Anyone fancy a cigarette?" Daniel was a little shocked at her comment. While the cigarette looked alluring, he knew that because of his depression he could easily get addicted so Daniel replied, "No thanks."

Derek stood up when he heard the * Thud * "Well then that's not good" He said walking over Stepping on the cigarette and lifting her back up onto her chair and her head on the Table she became perfectly balanced and Just looked like she was sleeping. Derek returned to his seat without a word until he sat down. "Well what does everyone think we should do with her?.... Nurses office? Leave her? Stay by her side? Lets go with a group vote shall we? " Derek said with his eyes closed again like nothing Happened.

Jordan hears a thud and looks over the table. She finds Franc on the floor passed out. Derek puts her head on the table and made her look as if she was sleeping and not passed out. "Well what does everyone think we should do with her?.... Nurses office? Leave her? Stay by her side? Lets go with a group vote shall we?" he says closing his eyes.

"I think we should bring her to the nurse's office" Jordan says furrowing her eyebrows at Derek.