Good or bad luck?

The radio jumped on and said something about 30 degrees and bright sunshine. As soon as I opened my eyes and wanted to switch off the alarm clock, pleasant music started playing and I turned on the other side.

"Preston do I have to wake you every day? Get up and come down," came Joe's stern voice.

"Hmm ... I'll be right there," I muttered, pressing my head into the pillow again.

"I hope so," he replied and audibly left the floor.

Oh man, I didn't feel like going to school, I thought to myself and slowly tormented myself. I mean, after yesterday's botched school start, I couldn't look forward to having to go there again. Because I didn't necessarily want to experience more embarrassments again.

Completely sleepy, I padded to the closet, pulled some fresh clothes out of the closet and strolled with them into the bathroom. Finished washed and styled, I examined my hair one last time in the mirror. One, two, three strands that fell annoyingly in my face, I gently pushed to one side. I just found out that my almost black hair had grown so long again. No matter. I put a dark blue cap over it, matching the rest of the outfit.

This time I wore dark 3/4 jeans and a simple white, thin V-neck shirt. I wore it openly, slipped on a blue plaid, long-sleeved shirt so that my tattoo and old scars on my forearms wouldn't be seen straight away. It also seemed too warm to me to put on a jacket.

"Morning Joe," I finally spoke as I stepped into the kitchen.

"Good morning. You're already late again! Your orange juice is already here and next to the refrigerator, your mother has put your snack for you," said Joe soberly sitting at the breakfast table.

Joe seemed to be in a bit of a hurry. Because he sat tense and fully dressed, with unusual glasses on his nose, and almost swallowed his coffee. With the other hand he was studying the mail and fiddling with letters.

"Ok, thank you", I replied and drank my glass while standing.

When I was done and was just putting it in the dishwasher, I asked Joe curiously: "Don't you have to go to work?"

"Yes. Why are you asking?", Joe wanted to know, took his glasses off his nose and looked at me seriously.

A little shocked when he asked, I gave him the following briefly back: "Just like that."

I ran to the fridge and packed my snack in my backpack. In no case did I want to have to look at Joe now, because I felt so uncomfortable again and my body was trembling slightly.

"I'll be at work until this afternoon and then have an interview with another construction company. Your mother must have slept in until three o'clock. So don't even think about not coming home after school if that's what you're going to get , Preston. She also said she wanted to go buy your cell phone with you, "he explained and began to clear the table.

Damn it, I thought quietly.

"I wasn't planning to," I lied to Joe anyway and went to put my shoes on.

"Good," said Joe and immediately went on: "Preston, by the way. I would like your cigarettes! Will you give them to me, please!"

"No. What? Where from? Why should I do that? You are not my father and you have nothing to say to me," I rebelled angrily against him. As if petrified, I stood on the stairs that protruded into the open kitchen and had to breathe heavily.

"Your mother told me to take it away from you. Of course I don't have the right and I don't want to be your father, but I do want to be a good friend. As long as you're not 18, you can't smoke and do whatever you want. So please Preston, give it to me! ", Joe tried to stay cool.

"No damn it. I have to go now!" I moaned and was about to flee to the front door.

Joe, however, grabbed my arm and blinked at me astutely as if he wasn't good to drink coffee with. His cool ice-green eyes made me feel terrible.

Reluctantly to have my peace, I tossed the box out of my pocket and disappeared out the door.

With a pounding heartbeat, I hurried to the subway.

Joe isn't as stupid as I thought he was. Obviously he was really serious about getting on with me. But on the other hand, probably nobody noticed if I showed up at home two hours later. Hm ... let's see how things are going at school today, I thought to myself as I made my way to school.

In the bus parking lot I stood aside again and lit a cigarette in the morning. Fortunately, it didn't bother me much that Joe had taken the cigarettes from me, as I usually carried a second box with me in my backpack.

"Young man, may I ask you to put the cigarette off on our school premises. You are not yet of legal age," the co-director suddenly spoke to me from the side, briskly.

"Oh, good morning Mrs. Brown," I stammered irritated and a little red in the face and put the butt on the floor.

"Thank you! The second day of school and you fall uncomfortably on o`Connor for the second time. I hope I saw this sight for the last time, otherwise I have to give you detention and contact your parents. I wish you a nice day anyway." still ", explained the slim woman and strutted with her ultra-high high-heeled shoes in the direction of the school building.

"Likewise," I came back briefly.

Great, now I have completely made myself a eyrie. All the girls and some other students saw the scenario and of course smiled at me for it. I felt bad that my stomach suddenly rebelled and twisted. I rushed to the nearest school toilet and vomited.

After throwing up, I went to the sink and splashed some water on my face. Did the day have to start so modestly?

Then I went into the classroom and suddenly everyone fell silent. Their eyes were all on me. I felt really uncomfortable at that moment and didn't really know how to deal with the situation. What was the matter with them all of a sudden? I asked myself.

"Good morning. You know that class has already started?" The teacher snatched from my thoughts.

"Yes. I was just on the toilet," I whispered softly and quickly crept into my seat.

Everyone immediately began to roar loudly and a wild whisper spread.

"Quiet! Let's go on," the teacher agreed and the lesson could begin.

I only followed the entire lesson, holed up behind my books. I tried hard not to attract attention in order to spare myself further embarrassment. Then there were the emerging bizarre trains of thought that hardly let me concentrate on the lesson. Somehow, my past managed to constantly push itself into the foreground and gave me constant shivering and shaking. Immediately the bell finally rang relievingly for the break.

I hastily packed up my stuff and hurried to the school yard. I noticed a small group of boys walk to the edge of the forest and disappear. There was a small forest behind the school grounds, which was directly adjacent to the playground. A couple of classmates seem to have bent away the fence behind a tree. So you could go behind there during the breaks. In a nutshell, I got the urge to take a closer look around there as well. And so I discovered a cozy smoking area. While I was pulling the dump I could finally switch off for a split second and give my head a break.

Eventually classes started again, and for the last two lessons, to top it all off, I had sports on the schedule. However, I no longer found sport so great, where I once loved and urgently needed it. Because all of a sudden I was gawked at by the guys, when I thoughtlessly took off my shirt and shirt.

"Hey Preston. Do you have tattoos? Have you already been in jail or what? ", This Kevin, a classmate, suddenly asked me from the side.

"I uh ... No, I wasn't in jail," I stuttered off at first and then lied briefly.

“What is that supposed to mean? El mure de ... something “, someone else asked me immediately, whose name I couldn't remember yet. Kevin came up to me and grabbed my arm. He examined the tattoo. In a slight panic, I tore my arm loose and hastily put on my sports shirt.

"That is Spanish and you wouldn't understand anyway," I replied quickly with a quick heart.

“We're not stupid, Preston! You are probably a very cool one with your tattoo and gay sayings. By the way, your number yesterday in the school yard was quite amusing. You don't seriously think you had a chance against Raul ”, this Kevin whispered next to me, unimpressed.

“I don't care, Kevin. I won't let myself be turned on by someone like that ”, I made my point of view clear and looked for my sports jacket.

"Hey. That is really funny. But do us a favor. Don't fagot us, ”Kevin teased.

“I don't like guys. Stop that shit. You don't know me, ”I said, offended, and finally fished my sports jacket out of my gym bag. Emerging memories paralyzed me and immediately tore me back into reality.

Suddenly my jacket was jerked out of my hand.

"Hey! What shoud that? Give me my jacket back immediately! "I spat angrily and tried to catch it again. However, they threw my black Nike jacket back and forth.

“Now pay close attention, Preston o`Connor. I warned you before. You have nothing to report here! It is better for you to finally get this before it becomes uncomfortable for you! You're our fagot and don't you dare attack our girls! We don't want such would-be people from America here, understand! You are nobody here and it will stay that way! ", Raul suddenly grabbed me by the collar.