Notice Me Sunpai

Notice me Sunpai

Chapter 2: A Chaotic Start

As the light bled through my windows, I realised it was dawn and in three hours I would be walking to my new school. As I moved I felt a sudden stiffness in my shoulder. The hard floor is definitely not the best thing to sleep on, especially in a new house. As I moved I felt other pains and my stomach still felt uneasy from last nights “dinner.” As I stumbled my way into my ensuite I caught a glimpse of myself in the large mirror above the sink. I looked dreadful. Hair was messed up, I looked paler than usual and my eyes were bloodshot.

“Perhaps I shouldn’t go to school today.” I debated with myself. I undressed from my clothes that I slept in and threw them in a heap by the door. I stepped into the shower and turned the water on, the hot water blasting against me felt refreshing. As I placed my hand on the wet tiles I contemplated about today. “Who starts school on a Friday? Is there any point in going in especially with how I feel?” As the water drips down me I look at the swirling water as it disappears down the dark plug hole. I always wondered if my life was just water going down the drain. When each drop of water hit me I felt better, the cold touch on my skin was gone. My hair felt lifted and free. As I stepped out of the shower I caught myself in the mirror again, I looked better but did I still want to go to a school where I’ll be ignored again. As I placed the towel on the floor and dried myself I thought to myself. “Should I go?” then I smiled. “What the heck,” I said a loud “I’ve dealt with worst first days, may as well see how bad this one can get.”

It’s not normal for me to be in such a, positive mood. Today seems different like nothing could go wrong, not like yesterday when everything could and did go wrong. As I pick up my shirt from last night I realised there was some vomit on it. This wouldn’t look good on my first day, not that I cared. With no other option I go to my bag and unzip it. The black backpack always holds everything I need. My books for school, writing essentials and of course the Gakuran. This would have to do today. As I held the black uniform of my past, I smiled. So many wonderful memories, ok there weren’t many but they were all that I had. This had to be a sign of some sorts, I thought to myself as I buttoned up the jacket. I brushed the crumbs off the sleeve and emptied my bag. Toilet essentials from every hotel I ever stayed at in the past two years of my high school education outnumbered the pens I had for this year. As I gathered up my pens and books and put them into my bag, my stomach started to growl. “Breakfast time, I guess.” I sounded unsure of myself, the only thing we had for breakfast was what we brought with us and after last night’s experience, id rather not risk it. "I wonder if there's a place to eat near school.". I walked into the bathroom to have a look at myself. I saw apart from the slightly paler expression and bloodshot eyes, I looked good. My black hair was flat, my uniform pressed and ready. Also a hint of a smile appeared, would it widen or disappear, only time would tell. I quickly grabbed my bag and headed for the stairs. I tread quietly past my mother’s room, she’s never in a good mood after a night out whether it was tiredness or the hangover.

As I slowly walked downstairs, I heard moaning. I looked over the banister and with great disappointment, saw my mother sprawled out on the floor in her plastered state, still clutching a bottle from last night. I knew this day would be bad, my mother is one of those aggressive drunks. She’s been known to be barred from a bar or any other establishment that participates in the selling of alcoholic beverages. I slowly approach her and wake her up gently, as to appease to her drunkenness. She stirs and immediately complains about her pounding head ache. As I lift her up I tell her something that she could find interesting “Maybe if you didn’t drink so much, you wouldn’t have this problem.” As she staggers on her feet she mummers.

“What are you my life coach?” and in that instant with one swing of her arm I got the full brunt of the bottle she’d be wielding like a club. The throbbing pain and the sharpness of the impact hurts my eye and the surrounding area. She tries to console but I keep her at a distance. I didn’t want her anywhere near me. In anger I push her and walk out the door. As I walk along the path all I could think about was my throbbing eye, maybe I could call the police and report it. My focus was moved from my eye to how students would see me. First impressions I don’t normally care about, but the students will think I’m some sort of thug. I crossed the street my cell phone began to ring, quickly I answered it.

“Hello?” I asked. I didn’t even check to see who the caller was.

“Hello?” the voice asked. “Is this Pale moon?” I don’t know you called me idiot, I thought to myself.

“Yes, this is pale moon. Who may I ask is calling?” I always handled my mother’s phone messages. If I didn’t the people on the phone would only hear slurs and swearing.

“Ah, this is silver quill from silver quill Removers.” He said proudly. Someone’s suffering from a narcissistic disorder. “I called to inform you about your furniture. We have an opening in our schedule and are able to do it this afternoon around 4’oclock. Is that ok?” 4 o’clock? school doesn’t finish to 3:30. I guess so.

“4 o’clock sounds great.”

“Excellent. Oh the other reason we called is because one of the appliances was damaged during transport.” As if I wasn’t angry enough already.

“What was it?” I said through gritted teeth.

“A waffle maker, unfortunately the insurance doesn't cover it.” A waffle maker, MY waffle maker. That was the first thing I bought when I started getting money from a young age. That was like family to me, now its gone. After a moment to contemplate the situation I said in a calm voice.

“No, that’s okay. We were planning to get another one.” I guess there was no point in doing the insurance if that cant cover one lousy waffle maker. “We’ll discuss your company's policy later today.” With that I hung up. I will write a strong bad review on their website that will hit his pride where it hurts. Oh well can’t think of that now, I have one other tedious task to deal with before that, school. Suddenly my stomach growled deeply, food. I almost arched over in pain, i quickly checked my pockets, to my horror my wallet wasn't on me. I guess i'll go to school, hungry.

As I approached the school I could already see kids arriving by car, walking or by bus. They all came in groups or pairs, not one was alone. Just me. I sigh. “Story of my life.” I say to myself. As I weaved through the crowds, not one person looked my way. Good. I don’t know what I’d say if they saw me. As I passed through the schools double glass doors I’m immediately greeted with a school that likes to show off its accomplishments, not that I care. I decide to walk further in hoping to find the cafeteria, failing that a vending machine. In my haste to get away from my drunken mother I forgot my wallet, and the money that she left for me last night. So far, no vending machines. As I turn the corner my luck went from bad to worse. Standing across the hallway were three brothers. All three different in size, all three equal in ugliness. There seem to be wearing dog collars with diamonds on them. As I slowly back away the shortest one spots me and signals the others to follow, so he’s the leader.

“You lost?” the short one asks. Ugly in the face and in the voice. The big ones seem to encroach on him from either side. This will not end well for me.

“Yeah, we get lost all the time.” The biggest one answers. Suddenly the smaller one whacks him and looks at him angrily.

“He wasn’t supposed to know that.” I couldn’t control my laughter, this was the funniest thing I’ve seen since I left my old home. So much so I laughed out loud which caught the attention of the smallest one. “Find something funny do ya?”

“Besides your stupidity, your faces are priceless.” The big one didn’t seem to enjoy that joke and with one mighty shove I was on the floor. Now I wish I took those defence classes. As I fell my bag opened. Books and pens scattered along the ground, that wouldn’t have been a problem, the problem was what came next. A sudden clunk of something heavy hit the floor, I turned in time to see the small black thin object slide across the floor. I immediately scrambled for it. How stupid could I have been? I brought this with me, on my first day of school? As I held it I was hoping it wasn’t what I thought it was but as I turned it over, with horror in my eyes, it was. Etched into its side was the words “Last resort”. I curse myself. Why didn’t I check all my pockets in my bag before coming to school? Was I in that much of a hurry to leave such a miserable place? Before I or the ugly brothers as I’ve come to call them could do anything a voice echoes down the hallway.

“Hey, what do you three think you’re doing?” I quickly hide “last resort” into my inner pocket of my Gakuran. The voice sounded female with a streak of harshness. As she walks towards us she says to the three “Do you want me to report you to principal Celestia, again?” Before she utters another word, the three run off with tails between their legs. As she stands just in front of me and extends her hand she says to me kindly. “Need some help?” I take a quick glimpse of her outfit. She was wearing black boots with a yellow mark, she wore teal leggings and an aqua top. The jacket seemed to match her boots. Around her neck an amulet of a sun. Her emerald eyes, yellow and orange hair looked familiar. Her eyes widened as she looked at my face. “Oh my god. Are you ok? Did they hurt you?” she must have been referring to my black eye. I could blame it on them, as karma but they seemed scared by her. Who would admit they got scared off from a victim by a girl, no one. That in its own way was karma. Before I knew it she was helping me up, I normally don’t accept help from others I don’t know, but there’s something about her.

“No, I walked into a door this morning. I’d put ice on it but I only moved here yesterday.” I didn’t want to tell her my mother did it, I didn’t want anyone’s pity. Suddenly she grabbed my hand and said with a smile.

“Well then, let’s make our first stop on the tour the nurse’s office.” Normally I would wrenching my hand free from someone’s grip and immediately disinfect it but some reason, I don’t. As I walked down the hall I start to feel sick, it’s the girl’s hair. It reminds me of bacon. What was in that that sandwich? This has been one chaotic start.