Why Can't My High School Life Be Normal?
Chapter 1: The Day Got Worse?
As the alarm clock blares insistently, its shrill sound pierces the quiet of my bedroom, signaling the start of a brand-new day filled with potential and, of course, anxiety. With a groggy stretch, I peel myself from the warm embrace of my comfortable bed, reluctantly leaving behind the world of dreams. I shuffle toward my wardrobe, where a handful of carefully selected clothes awaits my choice. After some deliberation, I finally settle on a casual yet presentable outfit that reflects both my personality and the anticipation I feel for this significant day.
Moving through my morning routine, I brush my teeth while the minty flavor awakens my senses. Next, I splash water on my face, instantly feeling invigorated and ready to tackle whatever challenges lie ahead. I comb through my hair, trying to tame the unruly strands into a semblance of order. As I apply a bit of cologne for good measure, I can't help but do a final check in the mirror, hoping I look as confident as I want to feel.
With a last glance in the mirror accompanied by a deep breath, I mutter to myself, "So, my first day at school begins anew." I remind myself that it's a fresh start—an opportunity to make a mark in a place filled with new faces. With this thought propelling me forward, I step out of my cozy home and embark on the not-so-long journey to school. The morning air is crisp, and although a sense of excitement bubbles within me, I can't shake off the underlying stirrings of nervousness.
Upon my arrival, I come to an abrupt halt at the foot of the imposing school building. The structure looms large, characterized by its sprawling brick facade and tall, arched windows that hint at an institution with a rich history. Flower beds neatly arranged in front of the entrance add a splash of color, while students gather in small groups, their chatter filling the atmosphere with an exhilarating buzz. I take a deep breath and step toward the entrance, internally questioning how my first day will unfold. With strong resolve, I grasp the door handle, pull it open, and let myself into the bustling hallways within.
As I step inside, I notice b sea of new faces, particularly a cluster of girls who seem to be casting curious glances my way. I choose to brush off their attention, embracing the moment with determination as I navigate my way to the principal's office. Upon arrival, I am greeted by the principal herself, a striking woman with flowing blonde hair and striking blue eyes that manage to radiate authority and warmth simultaneously. She is dressed in a tailored navy-blue blazer that complements her figure, paired with a crisp white blouse and a pencil skirt that speaks to her professionalism.
"Ah, so it is nice to finally meet you, Arthur Plain," she states casually, offering me a friendly smile.
I reply in a calm tone, maintaining my composure, "So you're the one who informed me of my enrollment?"
The principal nods amicably, "Yes, that's correct. However, I almost forgot to mention something important: the school you're attending is an all-girls institution."
The moment her words sink in, my eyes widen in incredulity. "What!? I thought I was going to a normal school!" My mind races, my thoughts firing in rapid succession as realization hits me—I can't believe I've been pointed in this direction at the last minute. "You sly little..." I almost choke on my words, caught between frustration and disbelief.
The principal chuckles, an amused glint in her eyes. "Aren't you just terrifyingly perceptive? You saw through my little plan in an instant, didn't you?"
With an unruffled demeanor, I retort, "I guess we both have one thing in common, then—we were both planning something." Internally, however, I grumble about how I'll manage to avoid the overwhelming spotlight this situation invites.
"True enough," she replies casually. "But I won't hold you any longer. Go ahead and start your day."
I nod appreciatively, despite my swirling thoughts, and with a sense of both dread and excitement, I make my way toward my first class. As I approach the classroom door, I give a light knock and wait for an invitation to enter.
The instructor, a middle-aged man with spectacles perched on his nose, pauses mid-lecture to turn toward the class. "Everyone, today we have a new student," he says, gesturing for me to step forward.
I walk into the classroom, trying to project calm confidence. I turn to the students with a friendly smile, saying, "Hey, everyone. My name is Arthur. Nice to meet you all! I hope we can get along well."
The teacher, recognizing my uncertain enthusiasm, directs me to a vacant desk next to a girl named Akanuno. She has striking short, scarlet hair that frames delicate features, complemented by warm brown eyes that seem to flicker with curiosity. Her style is casual yet chic, reflecting a personality that could very well be both spirited and approachable.
As I take my seat next to her, I notice that she stares at me, a faint blush blooming on her cheeks. Confusion dances across my face as I lean toward her and ask, "What? Is there something on my face?"
Her cheeks flush even more, and she quickly diverts her gaze, unable to meet my eyes.
Perplexed, I shrug and refocus my attention on the teacher, trying to push aside the occasional stares and murmurs from my classmates. The class continues, and after a while, the bell rings, signaling the transition to sports class.
Eager to engage, I head to the gym. Upon entering, I spot the basketball instructor—a tall man with long flowing black hair and striking silver eyes that exude authority. With a casual demeanor, he declares, "Alright, everyone! For today's sports class, we'll be playing basketball."
With an electrifying sense of camaraderie, students scramble to their positions, filling the court with laughter and energy. As the teacher throws the ball into the air, the game begins. I weave past my classmates, my focus sharp and my adrenaline pumping. However, I soon find my path obstructed by Akanuno.
"Nice try!" she declares playfully, a competitive glint in her eyes. "But I won't let you get past me!"
Unfazed, I respond coolly, "We'll see about that," as I deftly dribble the ball, preparing to take a shot. With precision, I launch the ball off the wall, aiming for the net.
Akanuno, steadfast in her defense, readies herself to counter. As I seize the rebound, I launch the ball straight through the hoop with a satisfying swish, earning a two-pointer.
"Wow, you're fast! Very impressive!" Akanuno's eyes widen in surprise as she takes the ball after it lands in her hands. "Now it's my turn!"
"Not really," I reply with a grin, as I transition to my defensive position, making my way past giggling girls who whisper amongst themselves, "Oh my God, he's so hot!"
My internal monologue becomes increasingly annoyed; "Oh, come on!" I think, desperately trying to shake off the unexpected attention. In a moment of inspiration, I devise a plan to miss an easy shot on purpose, hoping to diminish their interest. With a grin, I release the ball, watching as it misses the hoop entirely.
The several girls burst into laughter, "Oh my God, the way he missed was so cute!"
I frown, caught off guard. "What's going on here? I thought that would make them lose interest!" I internally scream, dumbfounded.
Embarking upon a brutal back-and-forth, Akanuno begins sinking three-pointer after three-pointer, with the scoreboard ticking up to a disheartening 56 to 2. I overhear the giggling girls whispering to each other in agreement, "He's so hot when he loses."
Glancing around at the sea of eager eyes fixed on me, a sigh escapes my lips: "Oh, come on! How do I get myself out of this situation?" Each second feels like an eternity as I grapple with the mounting chaos of my first day at this perplexing school.
To be continued...