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“I’M…. AWAKE!” An orange-haired boy sprinted down the hallway and jumped onto his sleeping older sister.
“What- Trixx, what the hell. ” The older ravenette sat up in her bed, rubbing her eyes. She glared at Trixx.
“Ya know, I was thinking maybe I could get to school early today. I can make new friends and get to know my teachers and memorise the entire floor plan of the school and-”
“Or you can shut up.” The ravenette shoved a sock in Trixx’ mouth.
Trixx’ eyes widened in complete and utter shock. He sighed and sat Indian style on the bed, pouting. He didn’t bother to take the sock out of his mouth.
Trixx, his older sister Zelana, and her boyfriend Callum had all just moved to Toronto, Canada a week ago. He was to be starting his sophomore high school year today. He was feeling optimistic about starting at another new school, despite moving to a new school every year. He was excited to meet the people and was determined to make friends with every single person in the school.
“We can’t go until you’ve unpacked and taken a shower.” Zelana finally said, sliding out of bed and getting dressed.
“I awfeedddy umak’d,” Trixx replied, the sock still in his mouth.
“Take that damn sock out of your mouth.” The elder rolled her eyes.
“I fsay’d,” Trixx removed the sock from his mouth. “I’m already unpacked.”
Zelana glared at her younger brother, unamused. Trixx smiled sheepishly and ran out of the room to finish unpacking before his sister came to check his room.
Several hours later, Trixx stood alone on the sidewalk, staring up at his new high school. The place was huge. He glanced nervously behind him, where Zelana’s car was parked. She motioned impatiently for him to go inside, as he was already late for homeroom. He took a deep breath and ran inside. Moments later, he came back outside, picked his backpack up off the ground, then ran back in.
“Homeroom 2-A,” He began to wander through the hallway before stopping in front of a door. “Here we go.” He confidently walked into the room.
Everyone’s faces turned as Trixx walked in.
“Speak of the devil,” A tall, brunette woman spoke. “This is our new transfer student, Trixx Kurtzberg.”
Whispering began to fill the classroom as students giggled and pointed. Trixx wondered why this was. Had he done something wrong? He brushed it off and cheerfully began to introduce himself.
“Hiya, I’m Trixx! I’m so excited to be a part of your class!”
Trixx was greeted with silence, though his pippy smile was unwavering. He noticed a blue-haired kid in the back scoffed and faced down at his opened textbook.
“Trixx, do you want to tell everyone where you’re from? I’m rather curious myself.” The brunette woman Trixx assumed was the teacher asked.
“Weeeeeeellllll,” he nervously rubbed the nape of his neck. “I’m from a lot of places. I was born in Paris then when I was 5 I moved to Barcelona. After that, I moved once every year. I lived innnnn,” he paused for a moment and took a deep breath. “England, Cuba, Australia, Jordan, Malta, Puerto Rico, Croatia, The Virgin Islands, and now I’m here.”
“Wow, that’s really cool! How about you tell the class something about the places you’ve lived?”
“Sure!” Trixx’ smile brightened as he began going on about all the places he’s lived.
Soon enough, the bell rang for the first period to end. Trixx jumped, shocked; no other school he had ever been to had a bell like that. He stayed back as all his classmates left. He began to leave but was stopped by a firm hand on his shoulder. He turned around and looked up into the firm golden eyes of his homeroom teacher.
“Mr Kurtzberg, come with me.” She spoke, her voice suddenly more threatening than it had been during class.
The ginger tensed nervously, not entirely sure what he had done wrong. His teacher gripped his arm tightly, sure to leave bruises on his wrists as she dragged him down the student-filled hallway. Trixx smiled happily and waved at the surrounding students as they watched and snickered in hateful gossip.
Moments later, Trixx was sitting in a rather uncomfortable chair, sitting in front of a desk. Sat before the desk was a short, blonde woman who he could’ve sworn he’d seen somewhere before. The plaque on her desk read “Principal Lilith Lansley.” Standing next to her, clutching a notepad, was a young ravenet man donned in a lime green suit. He looked a lot less threatening than the principal did.
“Do you know why you’re here, Mr Kurtzberg?” Principal Lansley asked, her arms folded across her lap.
“Not exactly,” he giggled softly. “You have a lovely office, ma’am. Not quite as lovely as you are though.”
Principal Lansley blushed intensely. “Flattery won’t get you out of this, Mr Kurtzberg. You were late. On your first day, at that. That’s incredibly irresponsible, Mr Kurtz-”
“Just Trixx, if you don’t mind.” Trixx piped in.
“I do mind,” the principal flatly replied. “I’m giving you a tardy slip. I’m letting you off with a warning today. Please prove to me that this was the right decision. I don’t want to have a hard time with you, ya hear me?”
The ginger nodded enthusiastically and stood. “I won’t let you down, ma’am!”
“Good. Now, Mr Clarance Newsbey is going to walk you to your French class.” The principal said. The man standing next to her desk opened his mouth to object but quickly changed his mind as the principal was obviously over the topic.
Without saying a single word, he gestured for Trixx to follow him out of the office. Their walk was mostly in silence, which highly disturbed the ginger. He began humming a Croatian folksong, drawing the attention of his green-clad companion.
“How are you so happy…? Isn’t Principal Lansley threatening to you?”
“Not really. I like being happy, and I don’t want anyone to ruin it… ya know? Being positive is the best way to get through the first day as the new kid.” Trixx replied, skipping down the hall.
“Huh… I guess you’re pretty used to being the new kid, aren’t you?” the ravenet sighed. “You know, I’m supposed to be the guidance counsellor but you seem to know more than I could ever tell you about your situation.”
Trixx stopped skipping. “Mr… Newsbey, was it? Don’t let yourself down so much. I’m sure you’re a great counsellor.”
“Clarance,” he said, a soft smile creeping onto his expression. “You don’t need to be formal with me.”
“Okay then, Clarance. I’ll be sure to stop by your office if I ever need advice.” Trixx’ smile was bright enough to light up a dark room, as his happiness and enthusiasm were evident.
Clarance laughed softly and led the pippy ginger to the classroom.