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September 7th 2015
Simon has just walked out of the welcome assembly for his first year in secondary school and is currently following his form tutor to the room he’ll be spending every morning in for the next 5 years of his pathetic life.
Simon’s never fitted in in primary school even when he was in nursery he has never seemed to click with all the other people around him, he never had true friends or even friends in general. he was always by himself sitting watching other kids playing with eachother , teachers always coming up to him and telling him to sit in the friends corner, but still no one ever asked to be his friend. he eventually got used to being the “loner” kid in school. As the years passed by he slowly learnt to enjoy his own company for the better (but this wasn’t temporary Simon just had no idea how his life was going to change the second he started year 7).
suddenly Simon hears someone shouting his name to keep on walking , at that moment he quickly realised he’s stopped walking which has made all the people behind him stop too, the form teacher was not too impressed with the stop made by simon but eventually after the incident the students and teacher made their way to their form classroom. All pupils were all instructed to stand around the corners of the room waiting for their name to be called for where they’d be sitting for the next year or two or more he doesn’t know yet.
he stands in the back left corner of the classroom facing directly towards the door to exit the room into the hall way , he sees his form tutor close the door behind the last person who is coming in. the new form teacher start to speak to the class “ hello everyone if you don’t already know my name is miss joans so everyone welcome to your form room. this is where you’ll be coming every morning before classes start to get registered for the start of the school day.” she states in a neutral tone , smiling while speaking. simon feels her energy knowing that she’s going to be a good form tutor to have around compared to some of the others he’s seen in the assembly today. “ right everyone there will be a seating plan like every class you’ll be having so let me get it up on my computer” miss joans says while walking to her desk in the front right corner of the room. simon stands with his hands infront of his body , fiddling with his hands and trying to ignore the unfamiliar uniform he has on. the tight red and black striped ties with the school logo on, the uncomfortable black blazers ( all way to big for everyone in the room making simon think their parents must of gone up a few sizes to avoid buying a new blazer every year and they can be so pricey) everyone has to wear there blazers otherwise they’ll be in trouble , the dark grey school trousers which the texture is very unusual and of course the grey cotton jumper which is extremely itchy on his arms. simon try’s to avoid thinking of the uniform he is in but slowly it starts getting on his nerves.
“simon” he hears suddenly. “ you’ll be sitting at the back row chair nearest the window” he slowly looks around seeing everyone starting at him. stay calm. your okay. he walks to his chair and takes a seat tucking his backpack under his desk. “ wilhelm” he sees a boy put his hand up in the air. Simon’s jaw nearly drops. the most beautiful boy he has ever seen in his life. hazels eyes which glow ever so slightly in the natural light coming into the classroom, hair which falls perfectly on his forehead , acne scars which beautifully highlight his pale appearance. he’s never seen someone so beautiful in his life. “you’ll be sitting next to simon and next to wilhelm will be felice please take ur seats as quick as you can.” she reads out the rest of the list quickly as she can to explain the rest of what she needs to explain to the new students. simon sees wilhelm walk to the chair to the right of him. act cool, stay calm. he is repeating in his head while the beautiful boy is putting his backpack under the desk following what every student was doing in the room. simon is watching his every move but suddenly wilhelm looks up and sees him staring. fuck. wilhelm gave him a small grin and Simon looked at him and locked eyes. how can someone have such pretty eyes? they shine so bright. he smiles back at him then turns to face his desk laying his upper body on it with his arms under his face.
after form has ended Simon spent the rest of his day getting to know all his new teacher and where all his classes are so he doesn’t get lost in the new buildings he now calls school. he kept to himself all day but also realised the boy who he sits next to in form called wilhelm is also in 2 of his classes and seems to be a very loud and outgoing person which is quite literally the opposite to what Simon is. he actually finds it fascinating how a person can be so outgoing because he’s never ever felt that.
Recently Simon has been really confused with himself. his little 11 year old brain trying to wrap his head around and comprehend the fact he only likes boys (don’t get him wrong he’s always sort of knew but never really paid attention to it) but seeing wilhelm earlier confirmed it that he indeed does not like girls at all not even one little bit as he’s never got that feeling when looking at a girl before, he’s sitting on his desk in his room surrounded by all of his music posters and vinyls just daydreaming about wilhelm’s face, actually exited to see him again tomorrow knowing he won’t even speak to him but it’s okay he can just still look at his face and that would be enough for him.
The next morning Simon’s mum wakes him up at 6 am which he thinks is so ridiculous because who the hell wakes up for school at 6 am?? school doesn’t even start until 8:30 am. This is bullying he thinks to himself. After about 30 minutes of just lying in bed, scrolling on TikTok Simon gets up rubbing his eyes to clear his vison and goes to take a quick shower still half asleep because of how late he decided to go to bed the night before. He brushes his teeth and accidentally spills toothpaste over his pjamas luckily it wasn’t his school uniform he thought to himself. He goes back to his room after showering and changes into his school uniform the same stuff from yesterday , he sorts out his curls which became a mess when he slept through the night , he tries to flatten the frizz down a bit but ends up giving up to go and eat breakfast with his mama and sister sara.
At 7:35 am Simon leaves his house adjusting his tie and starts his 45 minute walk to school, putting on his headphones for the long journey playing “ur so pretty by Wasia Project”, he hates the fact there is only 2 schools in his area and buses that only come once every hour making him walk everywhere, he guesses it’s kind of peaceful though living in the village never having to worry about the sound of traffic outside his window when he’s trying to sleep and only occasionally having people walk by his window. it’s a peaceful village to say the least a lot of old buildings , messed up roads from potholes , random little parks every 5 roads or so. he likes his life in a quite village he couldn’t imagine himself living in a city he dosent even fit in in his village imagine how much he’d standout in a city? he counties his walk putting his headphones on listening to some pop music he’s loved since he was younger. he enjoys the breeze which is ever so slightly there , the sound of the birds chirping in the trees and the general sense of peace around him.
Simon arrived at the school gates at 8:15am bring out his headphones and shoving them into his backpack, he walks into the doors while fiddling with his hands infront of himself , his yellow backpack chucked over one of his shoulders and his uncomfortable uniform annoying him once again , the summer break nearly made him forget how uncomfortable British uniforms can be and secondary is even worse than he thought it would be.
He walks up some stairs which lead to two different hallways he takes the left down a hallways there is some older boys walking the opposite way to him he walks past looking down at the floor and anywhere else but them. one of the boys pushed hard into his shoulder and arm. “watch where the fuck your going you freak” one of the boys yell and then laugh to his mates. simon just keeps walking trying to hide the tears in his eyes and turns to the right entering his form room , not many people are there yet as there is some time to kill and some people decide to get to school as late as they possibly can without technically being late. he is greeted with a big smile from his teacher who is sitting at her desk to the left when you go through the doors “good morning simon” she politely says “good morning miss joans” he replies back and goes to settle down at his desk. he gets his pencil case out and his water bottle then pushes his bag under the desk. he starts to doodle on his hand with a blue pen from his pencils case drawing a little flower and some music notes while he was doing this he was oblivious that a certain someone has entered the room and was heading his way. he looked up and as soon as he looked up locked eyes with wilhelm again. wilhelm looks at him for a few seconds before sitting down and taking his stuff out of his bag to put on his end of the desk. even thoughts little glares are making simon’s life feel okay for once. knowing every morning he’s going to have this beautiful person sitting next to him. “umm hello” Simon hears someone say and he relies it was wilhelm. shit he was staring at him “hey erm I’m sorry I-i don’t mean to stare at you” Simon stutter out looking down at his hand again, hoping he would just disappear.