Summary: Our story continues as Anon slowly but surely integrates himself into the School collective.

It’s been a week since i started going here. Got my routine down, but i have to change one thing - i have to go and get myself away from Naomi and Naser and sit with Lucy and her friends. I actually spend some time with Lucy, Trish and Reed. I talk with Reed about videogames and such, and i just casually banter with Lucy and Trish. Lucy apparently played guitar since childhood, and at this point she finds it hard to improve. She’s been a huge help in music, since i only know piano notes and nothing about guitars. I arrive to class like 2 minutes late since i overslept a bit. It’s free period, and i ponder if i should shitpost in that one forum which leaks classified military documents as an argument. My eyes, however, land on the piano.

I see Lucy playing guitar again, and since i don’t want to bother her and don’t feel like being an ass right now, i sit at the piano. I started playing a somber little tune i’ve been working on for ages now. It turns some heads, even Lucy’s as she stops playing and turns to me. After im done, she walks up to me and teases me. “Damn Anon, you never said you played piano!” “How else do you think i learned the notes?” She shrugs “I honestly haven’t thought about that.” We talk a bit before going to science class. “What do you listen to, anyway?” Lucy says as we walk down the hall. “Mostly metal, Neandertallica has to be my favourite.” Lucy giggles. “Like it couldn’t be more obvious.” I wonder if i should laugh or get offended. “Oh, because your music taste is so much better.” I smirk. *Now what, huh?* Lucy smirks back. “I listen to stuff like rolling boulders, hiss, and older stuff.” “Heh, looks like we’re equal here. Both with niche taste.”

Science passes by without much thought, but when Lucy’s silent, i blankly stare at the wall. I thought i said to myself “no friends or drama” god dammit. I just… i feel myself drawn to Lucy and her friends. But i still can’t let go of my past. All those nights when my old friends were the escape from my cruel reality of a home… and i left them all just because i couldn’t bear it any longer. I feel terrible… now im replacing them, not even a month later. At one point, i excuse myself and instead of going to the toilet, i head up some stairs and find myself on the roof. Huh. Didn’t even know this place had a roof acces. I approach a nearby wall, and in all my anger, i punch. I punch until my knuckles bleed and my hand feels weak. Then, i hear the door squeak. Lucy comes up through. “Anon? Jesus, you’re hurt!” She quickly approaches me and holds my arm as she inspects the damage. I collapse and fall on my ass.. with tears in my eyes. Not from the pain, but because i feel lost. “Anon, whats wrong? You can tell me…” I look at Lucy through the tears. “I don’t know what to do.. I came here without expectations yet i still feel… lost. I left every one of my friends back home.. but i had to…” Lucy sat down next to me.

“You never told me what happened at your old School…” I look up at her again. “It wasn’t School stuff, but family… to them im just a mistake they can’t fix. A burden. And they made sure to let me know every single fucking day. I left my friends. My piano. My old life… but i had no choice.” Lucy wrapped an arm around me. “I know it must be hard… but you can thrive here too. You can make new friends.. I, consider myself your friend… so does Trish and Reed..” i guess she’s right… if it wasn’t for Lucy and her friends, i would be just a background filler like i wanted to. But… am I even ready to start all that again? I sigh, lean against the wall and look up. A familiar melody makes it’s way into my head. Damn, i really have to write this song down one day. I look to Lucy with a more confident look. “I’ll do my best, Lucy. I promise.” To which Lucy smiled. “I know you will.” The way she looked at me… it.. Kinda reminds me of grandma. She was always so nice to me.. it really hurt, losing her. But i’ll never forget her. But even thos Lucy’s look is similar, i can’t help it but feel an undertone to her look… there’s something more than empathy… *yeah sure, dream on, nerd…* “Hm?” Lucy speaks up. “Sorry?” “Did you say something?” Oh shit. “Uh, not really.” I Gotta watch that… before i say anything dumb.

Our small talk is interrupted by the principal, busting through the door. “What the hell are you two doing here?!” We stand frozen in fear. “Lucy, to your class. Anon, get yourself checked out at the nurse.” We both nod and head down. Lucy gives me one more warm smile. Those eyes of hers are truly a sight to behold.

[NOTES]
This is as far as i got. Chapter 3 is currently in development, but any feedback and inspiration is still very welcome. Thank you all.