Charlie POV - First day of school and meeting Matteusz
Charlie awoke at 6 in the morning and prepared for school.
Everything here was completely different than his home. As such, everything was
both very exciting, and confusing.
At home, he was tutored in private and had all of his needs
met. While he had responsibilities, they tended to be towards others. Here he
was expected to fend for himself and learn with others. Successes and failures
would be for him to own. This is what life now was.
It was too early to leave, so he sat and stared at his
phone. He pulled up Google and typed ‘expectations for your first day of school’.
Many helpful tips, though many seemed geared to children starting their first
grade. Perhaps still applicable, he thought as he continued reading.
At 7:30 he made his way downstairs. He reached out for the
door when a hand on his shoulder spun him around. Ms. Quill, a thin woman with
severe looks, thrust a brown bag in his hands. He looked down at it confused.
“Only today,” She said with a scolding finger raised to his
“Thanks?” He said uncertain. He wasn’t sure if the thanks were
appropriate, he had no idea what was in it. He gave the bag a quick shake,
nothing sharp or heavy, probably not a weapon.
Charlie packed the bag and headed out the door. He shared a
flat with Ms. Quill, his de facto guardian. It wasn’t far from the school, but
he wanted to get there early and familiarize himself with its layout.
Arriving at the school he paused and took a moment to study
the name, Coal Hill. He began to wonder what the significance of the name might
be. The school wasn’t situated on a hill, though he supposed there could be
coal beneath it.
Opening the main door he entered the school. The forum was
big, and bright. It was also quite quiet. He made a note to himself; he should
maybe arrive after 8 tomorrow.
Ascending the stairs he made his way to his locker. He
emptied the content of his bag, organizing his books based on needs for the
day. He stared at the brown bag sitting on the shelf, lunch he supposed.
His first subject was Math. He liked math. It was definitive.
It either was or wasn’t. Having read many books during the summer, English was
the subject he dreaded the most. Everything was interpretative to something
else, and had hidden meanings. It made him annoyed that authors couldn’t just
speak more plainly.
The bell ringing broke his concentration. Looking at his
phone he realized he had been standing staring at his locker for 20 minutes.
Grabbing his math text he proceeded to class.
Charlie took a seat next to a girl with brown hair. She
smiled at him and he gave smile back. She again smiled at him, it seemed like
they were stuck in some strange loop. He held out his hand to introduce
himself. “Hi, I am Charlie.”
“Hi. I’m April,” The girl said taking his hand.
“I am new. Just moved here, but I think I like this place.”
“Welcome,” April said sincerely, smile returning once more. “Yes
this school is great, and the students are very nice.”
“Oh, I meant London. But yes this place is exciting too.” April
seemed very friendly towards him, which put him at ease. He enjoyed talking
with her, though he was thankful he had his phone. He didn’t understand a
number of things she said.
His next class was biology. Ms. Quill had insisted he learn
more about humans and what better place then what makes them up. Sadly after
the intro it seemed like the bulk of the semester would be studying simpler
At the conclusion of Biology he looked down at his schedule,
physics with Ms. Quill. He had not been looking forward to this class. While
Physics was not a difficult subject for him, it was her presence as his teacher
that made him uncomfortable. But Ms. Quill had insisted he be in her class to
keep an eye on him.
He entered the class and saw April. Good, he thought, I know
someone. As he walked to a seat near her he noticed a boy with his head
slouched over his arm. He looked about as happy to be there as he was. The boy
noticed him staring and sat up, feigning a smile. Charlie smiled back and
offered what he thought was a small friendly wave.
Ms. Quill arrived and began the class. She gave the distinct
impression she did not want to be there either. She wrote a couple equations on
the board and sat at her desk, sipping coffee while studying them.
The class mood seemed rather dour. Looking around the room
he noticed the boy he waved to looking at him. He gave a polite smile and his
cheeks started to flush. The boy quickly looked down at his work, but thought
he saw him peek up at him once more.
“Charles,” Ms. Quill snapped,
“Do try to pay attention, and leave Matteusz alone.”
Matteusz, Charlie thought to
himself. He liked the name, it sounded exotic. At least not English. He was