Meeting

It is 7:30 in the morning.The birds are singing as the sun is shining brigthly. Neighbors are greeting each other good morning as they stroll down the sidewalk. "Ah, what a shitty fucking day", Simon thought to himself as he drank from his cup of coffee. All these people around being friendly are making him irritated.

"Come down here Simon! the school bus is here already!", shouted by his mother from down stairs. Simon was irritated but complied with a little grumble. "Aw, dont be like that sweety, its your first day of class! You should be happy!" said by his mother with a bright smile. Simon smiled back with dead eyes and said "of course I will." Simon took the seat at the back of the bus near the window and saw his mother waving goodbye. "Be happy, huh." he whispered.

At the school, the halls were filled with people. Chatter here and chatter there. "Ah, how the fuck can I be happy with this?" Simon thought. He looked at the groups of people; the ones who stand out, the ones who wants to blend into the background, the ones who have power and those who follow them.

He then went to his assigned room, room C130. In there, groups are starting to form. It is as noisy as ever. "I really want to kill every single one of them. This kid infront of me, i could stab him with my pen..." Simon thought. " And that guy, I ca-" Someone tapped him in his shoulder and brought him back to reality. It was one of his classmates and looked the same age as him. "Hey, I dont think I've met you yet." He said to simon. Simon looked at him. "You should be telling me your name first" he said. "Haha youre right. Im Peter Pateman" he replied with a smile. "Simon. Simon Sanders" Simon said. Peter smiled and said," I think we are the same Simon". Simon was confused, "what do you mean?" he asked.

Peter smiled, "You'll see" he said as he walked away.