My story, yet to be titled

[Fableflame]

Nathaniel opened his eyes. The back of his head hurt from bouncing off the window as the bus made it's way to the school. Korn blared in his ears, his favorite band. He grabbed his book bag and put it on and waited as the bus turned onto his school's road. He looked out the window. The dark clouds blocked most of the light from the sun, it looked like rain today. The weather matched the day, a dreary Monday.
   The bus pulled up to the school's side entrance and stopped. The bus driver, a man in his mid-thirties pulled the pushed the lever that opened the door and everybody filed out of the bus. Nathaniel waited as people in front of him got up, and then waited for the kids in the seats behind him to pass by. He was reluctant to go in that building today, it was his first day at this new high school, and would've done anything he could to prolong it. When everybody had passed by, he finally stood up and walked off the bus.
   He stood for a second and took in his new surroundings. Before him were steps going down, only four or five, but they were quite a bit wider and longer than most stairs, almost big enough to be a pain to walk down. After that was a yard or two of pavement, and then three more steps leading up to the entrance to the school, just as big as the steps before them. There was a column on  either side of him, looked like it was made of fake smooth stones. The lawn was short and trimmed, but the grass looked half dead with a dozen brown patches throughout. After climbing down the first set of steps, and then up the second set, he was standing in what appeared to be an outside picnic area. There were two blue picnic tables on the left and one on the right. There were three groups of people sitting around chatting around him. None of them seemed to notice the tables, they apparently preferred to stand. They were loud and obnoxious, laughing and screaming and yelling, chasing each other around like kindergarteners, shouting profanity at each other.
   The wall that separated inside from outside was glass, he could see that inside was the cafeteria. Booths and round tables were placed throughout the room. People were sitting around socializing, much calmer than the people outside. Nathaniel was anxious about going inside, as he didn't know anybody that went to this school. But that wasn't too bad, Nathaniel wasn't much of a social person anyway, and it had to be better in there then it was outside. There appeared to still be a few empty booths, he would occupy one of them and wait for the bell to ring.
   Nathaniel walked through the set of double-doors that led to the cafeteria. Nobody noticed that he had walked in. Everyone was deeply engrossed in there own conversation. He walked down the aisle between the rows of booths. Finding an empty booth, he laid his book bag down and sat. He looked up at a clock that was on the wall in front of him. The old analog read seven-thirty. Class didn't begin until seven fifty-five. Still twenty five minutes to go.
   There were people walking around in groups, they came out of a hallway on his left, walked the width of the cafeteria, then turned into a hallway on the right. After a while, he realized that the two hallways connected. These groups of people were walking in circles. Nathaniel couldn't help but to chuckle at the stupidity of it. He couldn't stop chuckling, and then the chuckling turned into full blown laughter. He couldn't seem to stop. His eyes began to water, he laid his head down and continued to laugh. He suddenly realized how crazy he must look, this new kid, sitting by himself, laughing his butt off for no apparent reason. That helped to calm him down and he sat back up. There were a few people staring at him.
   They wanted to stare at him? He'd give them something to stare at. Nathaniel bent over and pulled his gun out of his bag. The few people still staring at him began to panic. Their screams pleased him. He aimed and pumped the trigger, two bullets hit the intended target. One in the back of his kneecap and the other left the fleeing student without a thumb on his right hand. He shrieked and fell to the floor. Nathaniel turned around and pumped the trigger a single time, his bullet burying itself in a girl's eye. The running girl's momentum carried her dead body for a few feet before it fell to the ground.
   Nathaniel shook his head and pulled himself out of his daydream. He flipped the bird to the one girl still staring at him as he got up. He decided he would join the people walking in circles.
   He walked. Weaving in and out of groups of people, his keen ears picking up bits of conversation, his green eyes observing peoples' clothes and facial expressions. People began to notice him about the third time around the circle. Eyes were lingering on him longer before they flicked away as they registered that Nathaniel was a stranger. Interest sparked in their eyes, if only for a second. He wondered what they were thinking. Fresh meat? New prey? Of course not, these people were high school students, not sex-starved convicts. Of course Nathaniel knew what they were thinking. They were judging him. It's a process all new students have to go through isn't it? The initial judgment. Nathaniel didn't care. Let them judge him. He'd never belonged to a particular group of people. He came to school, talked to who he needed to talk to, took notes, did the work, and went home. Boring as it was, it meant that he wouldn't get sucked into the drama that everybody created. But somehow, every ear, some stupid rumor about him was started. He didn't understand it. Why would you start a rumor about somebody that keeps to himself and doesn't bother anybody? He had begun to picture the typical teenager as some kind of vampire that fed on the dirty little bits of information that are gossip. No amount of holy water or silver bullets could kill it. It disgusted him.
   Somebody tapped him on the shoulder. He stopped walking and turned around. There was a girl standing there. She had long red hair like fire. Her eyes were gray through her frameless glasses. She wore a gray hoodie that read Track Team on the chest, and gray sweat pants. Her face was narrow, and her nose was rather longer than normal. She greeted him with a smile. "Hey there, are you new here?"
   He locked up for a second, he hadn't expected somebody to confront him so soon.

[healixe]

nice,
but the daydream scene is a wee bit odd