. : | : . Alec McGuel . : | : .
Lockers were slamming all around Alec, another usual day of High school. He softly scuffed his sneakers on the dull tiles as he reached for his math book. When his hand managed to grab the hard back book he quickly tugged it out by the binder. The cover was full of random junk that had grown and grown over the years of student's passing it down. Some part's of the book had graphetti like letters, while in spots people had written down notes, crushes, relationship status', ect. His eyes quickly took in the red book with black sharpie markings as he stuffed it into the bookbag that swung across his torso to rest at his left hip. The black strap was pulling his dark shirt into bunches around the adjuster. Alec didn't bother with moving it though, just left it like it was in order to hurriedly shut his locker door. First day jitter's, he rolled his eyes at those around him. They were getting lost in the moment, just like everyone else in the school. No one was just simply taking in the here and now, the 'what if's' weren't important now. They just didn't see the world like it was. He turned on his heels and stalked off for his class. Squeezing between teens of all shapes and sizes, Alec made his way to his first stop for the day. Anger Mangement. It helped if he was the first to enroll in the system every year, that way he wasn't as likely to get mad during class and have to just head home. The counselor's weren't exactly the best, but they were better then dealing with his parent's. He paced up to the door, his strides long so he could quickly arrive. The moment he pushed the door open, his eyes were blinded by the stark white walls of the room. His eyes roamed around for a moment, hoping to see something new for once. Last year they had added a poster of a band. This year there was nothing. Just the same worn leather sofa in the waiting area, and plastic chairs tossed around the room. He guessed it looked rather decorative and relaxing, though he never did really pay attention to those sort of things. After walking up to the desk, he slipped his hand over the fabric of the black messanger bag at his side. Digging around for a slip of paper as he arrived at the oak reseptionist's desk, Alec slapped the paper onto an open space next to the lady. Brown hair, brown eyes, red lip stick. Smokey eye shadow, he knew her. They knew each other actually, it wasn't that he just happened in on her one day and her face always kicked into memory.
"Alexander," She frowned a bit, her eyebrows drawing low over her eyes.
Carefully his hand pushed the paper closer to her. It held his new contact information, his name and address, and who to get ahold of incase of emergency. The only thing the same on it was that his mother had written in her florish hand-writing at the bottom. Her words were engraved in his head, he didn't need to look at the spikey-haired ladies face to know she wouldn't like it. 'Try and keep him in class this year. We don't want a repeat of last year.' Last year, the year that his parent's became more 'envolved' with his life.
"Alec-"
He was already walking away, not caring about the few sheets of paper that flew from his open bag from him striding away. This year wasn't going to be any different, there was no way he was going to sit through class after class if he knew he was mad and couldn't concentrate. He ran a hand through his blond hair, drawing it away from his eyes for a moment. A sigh escaped through his lips before he headed for class. A troubled look was already starting to make its way onto his face and eyes.
{ Wasn't sure what to post, sorry. :\
I think I've realized something - I stink at first posts. xD Sorry. //Shot }