And then I met my teacher
Nice to meet you, I'm Mr.Way
My alarm went off and I rolled over, looking for the snooze button. I opened my eyes to see the room I hated, in the town I hated, in the country I hated. My dad had been shot on our property the month before and my mom freaked out. She said that she wasn't feeling safe in Belleville anymore and that we had to move. When she said ''moving'', I thought she meant somewhere else in Jersey, but here we were, living in our new apartment in Montreal, Canada. She said she had looked it up and that Montreal happened to be one of the safest cities in North America. Personally, I hated it already.
To start off with, it was like -22F in the Winter. Only that would have been a good reason to move somewhere else. Also, the main language in Quebec (the province) was not even English. It was French. Even though Montreal was a pretty bilingual city, I could speak a word of French to save my life. The worst part was that it wasn't even the same school system as in the U.S.. Here, because I was 17 going 18, high school was over. I had to go to another type of school that they called CEGEP which came after high school and before university. Long story short, I wouldn't get to go to prom or to be a senior. I would just be that random new kid in an English CEGEP downtown Montreal.
Today was to be my first day of school, but I wasn't planning on going. I got out of bed to turn on my Playstation and started playing Final Fantasy 14. I wasn't down for anything else. I missed my friends and I missed Belleville and the last thing I wanted to do was to go to school with a bunch of people I didn't know. I was really into my gaming session when I heard someone yelling at me. I turned away from the T.V. screen to see my mom standing in the doorway boiling in anger.
''What are you doing?! Your first class starts in 20 minutes and you're not even dressed!'' She yelled.
''I am not going.''
''What do you mean you're not going?! It's not like you have a choice! You're not just going to skip school!''
''Actually, I am.''
''Frank Iero Jr. you are going to get out of that bed right now and get ready to go to school. Am I making myself clear?!''
''Make me.'' I said arrogantly. She walked across the room and stopped where my Playstation was. Shit. She unplugged it and looked at me dead in the eyes.
''Now you're going to go to school before I take this little guy here and all your video games and throw them away.''
I was shaking in anger. I had to move here because SHE wasn't feeling safe in Belleville anymore. I had to say goodbye to all my friends, give up on my prom and on my senior year, move in a new country and go to a new school. All of that only for her and she was going to give me shit because I wasn't motivated enough to go to school on my first day?
''Get out of my room.'' I said, trying to hold back my rage.
''You are not going to tell me what to do in my own hou-''
''GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY ROOM!'' I yelled. I saw her face facial expression change. She was surprised. I had never talked to her like that before, but that was just too much.
''Fine. No Playstation or any type of video games for two weeks. Now get ready, you're late.'' She said in a really cold voice tone and left the room.
I opened a cardbox, looking for clothes. I found some old band shirts and skinny jeans. That would be fine for today. I grabbed my empty bag, put a pile of loose leaves and two pens in it and got out of my bedroom. I didn't even know where I had to go. I was going to have to ask my mom about to location and who to get there.
''Where is it?'' I asked dryly.
''Atwater metro.'' She answered.
''And where do I take the metro?''
''You walk down the street until you come across the Mont Royal metro. It's only a few minutes away.'' I nodded and left the apartment. We were in the middle of October and it was about 39F outside. I had left quickly and so I had forgotten to take a coat. I was walking a lot faster than usual to avoid being in the cold for too long. I was looking down because of the strong wind and I could barely see when someone was coming my way. I was almost running when I bumped into a guy who was drinking from a ridiculously big cup of water and he literally spilled every single drop of it on my pants. He apologized briefly and walked away. Great. Now I was not only late for school, but also soaking wet.
A few minutes later, I finally made it to the metro. It was a ride of about ten minutes and there were plenty of free seats so it wasn't too bad. When arrived and saw the school my heart skipped a beat. It was an enormous building separated in four different wings. I looked at the map to see which one I had to go to.
Wing A: Pure and Applied Sciences
Wing B: Social Sciences
Wing C: Professional Techniques
Wing D: Arts
I was definitely going to wing D, but then again, there were different floors. This school was way too big. I looked at the map for the second time. The different floors were separated by programs.
WING D
1st floor: Studio Arts
2nd floor: Music
3rd floor: Languages
4th floor: Visual Arts
5th floor: Literature
6th floor: Cafeteria and Administration
I didn't quite know what program I was in and I had no schedule since my mom had signed me up all by herself. I told her I wanted Music but, she said that the program was full so she chose something else and I could switch program next semester if I didn't like it. I went to the 6th floor and looked for the administration desk, which I found pretty easily. The lady who was sitting behind the desk gave me a warm smile.
''Can I help you?'' She asked.
''Yes. Hum, actually I am new here and it's my first day of school. I'm like super confused regarding where I am supposed to go.'' I said. She laughed a little and asked for my name. I told her nervously and she typed it on her keyboard, looking for some type of file related to me. She found my schedule and printed it out for me. I thanked her politely and took a look at the paper. CEGEP was definitely closer from university than from high school. You had different classes related to your program and different breaks at different times of the day. For example, on Fridays, my first was only at 11:00 AM. On Tuesdays, however, my last class ended at 6:00 PM.
I looked at the clock. It was already 11:00 AM. I had missed my first class, but I was 30 minutes early for my next one. The course title: Renaissance to Modern Art. I scanned the top of the page looking for my program. When I finally found it, my heart skipped a beat. Visual Arts. Seriously? I couldn't even draw a good flower. How was going to survive in Visual Arts? I looked at the lady behind the desk with a desperate look on my face.
''Do you think there is any way I could change my program for something else?'' I asked.
''Oh, no. I'm really sorry, but it's too late for that. All our programs are already full.'' She said in an apologetic voice tone.
I decided to go straight to my next class since I didn't know anyone and had no where to go. I made it to the classroom with my wet pants irritating my skin. I couldn't wait to sit down. The classroom, I thought, was empty. I heard a noise coming from the closet in the back of the room.
''Fucking shit!'' A voice said. I turned around to see who it was. Not like I knew anyone but more out of curiosity. I saw a black haired man walking out of the small closet with a projector in his hands. It looked really heavy and hard to carry so I offered him my help.
''Do you need help with that?'' I asked. He jumped and dropped the projector on the floor.
''Well, not anymore.'' He said, staring at the broken object lying on the ground.
''I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you.''
''It's alright. I just didn't hear you coming in. Are you one of my students?'' He asked as he stopped looking at the floor and glanced at me. He had beautiful hazel-greenish eyes and he was particularly good looking.
''Yes, well, it's my first day actually. I just moved here.'' I said, a little insecure.
''Well, nice to meet you. I'm Mr. Way.''
Notes
Okay so I know the first chapter is kind of boring but it's only a way to introduce the story :)
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T.
Wow this is amazing babe (sorry force of habit)
5/3/16