Excessum itineris, Roxas Winchester [books for 7th graders TXT] 📗

stand up to my type of wear, not one that will do everything but break as soon as I touch it.”
The expression on the man’s face was that of confusion and curiosity. “Well, none of our computers will break that easily, but here’s the best one we have for durability. It also has the best software on the market today.”
“Fine, I’ll take it, and that television there.” Justin pointed to a television on the wall as he said it.
“I must warn you though, both of those are frightfully expensive for someone of your age to afford.”
Justin left the store annoyed and wondering how some people could be so incompetent and still keep their jobs and with several thousand dollars less on the debit card. Justin put the items into the backseat of the car then sped back home, this time not even bothering with speed limits. Once he got back home he hooked everything up then went to the basement and got changed, throwing the old clothes out. He got changed into black jeans, a black long sleeved shirt, and black boots. The school wouldn’t be hard to find, he passed it on his way there, it looked like a small country school where everybody knew everyone.
Monday morning light shined in through the small window in the basement wall, waking and blinding Justin. He got up reluctantly to head off to the school. The drive was short, only five minutes long, but the scenery was repetitive, corn fields and farms the whole way.
As he pulled into the student parking lot he could tell that people were watching him. People stood and watched as he got out of the car, when he looked over at them they all looked away or down. He went to the office to get enrolled when a teacher stopped him and told him to stop roaming the halls and to get to homeroom.
“I’m new here, where do you go to enroll?” he asked.
“Oh, up ahead and on your left, above the door it will say ‘MAIN OFFICE’. You can’t miss it.”
Justin thanked her then followed her directions; sure enough, it was there and very difficult to miss. He walked through the door and caught an office person.
“Hey how would I go about enrolling here? Who do I talk to about that?”
“You need to talk to Miss. Patterson, she’ll be right back in a minute if you’ll wait here I can go get her for you.”
He nodded a yes and she left the room. A minute later a woman came through the door with papers in her hands, Miss Patterson, he presumed. She greeted him then motioned for him to follow her. He sat down on the other side of her desk; she pulled up something on her computer and shook her head. “I’m sorry, but what is your name?” she asked apologetically.
“It’s Justin, Justin Meyers.” She typed his name into the system, this time shaking her head no. A few minutes later she asked him, “What was the name of your last school Justin? I can’t find you in our database for new students.”
“I don’t think you will, I was home schooled since fourth grade, after I got expelled for fighting.”
“Oh well, let me just sign you up here, then you’ll be all set.” She did a bit more typing then printed out a schedule. “Here you go, most of your classes will be over there in that area of the building.” She pointed towards the rooms near the main staircase as she said it. “Have a nice day.” She waved bye to him then sent him on his way to homeroom. His homeroom was packed by then and every head in the room turned to look at him, the new person in a school of rednecks he though, many people were in jeans and dirty farm shirts.
“Are you new here today? I didn’t get a notice about it.” The teacher asked nicely.
“Yes, I just got here. I was home schooled for a while. That’s why you weren’t notified about it, the office personnel didn’t even know about it.”
“Alright then, take a seat in the back there and wait for the bell.” He went away to the back row and sat. all the girls in the room were looking at him and watching him with great interest. When he looked at them in the eye they immediately looked away, embarrassed.
The bell rang and he fled out of the room to try and blend in and avoid the staring eyes his first class was math, followed by gym then English. My morning is going to suck. He thought to himself as he walked to math. The teacher greeted him at the front of the class and wanted him to introduce himself to the class.
“I’d rather not.” He told the teacher, but she was already having everyone sit and listen.
“It’ll be fun, just give it a try Justin.” She encouraged him.
“I’m Justin, just got to the area, was home schooled for several years. That’s about it.” He went to sit in the back but was stopped by the very outgoing teacher.
“How old are you, where are you from, and what’s you favorite part of the school day, least favorite?” she was going to be a real pain for him first thing in the morning for the rest of the year, or until he gets tired of there and leaves.
“I’m 18 years old, from Vermont, my favorite part of the day is the end, and my least favorite part is the morning.” This time the teacher didn’t try to keep him up there any longer, he went and sat down in the very back row of desks, away form traveling eyes. The class drove on for eternity until the bell rang and let them out. The gym was at the other end of the building, but was better than math was, at least in gym they were doing weight lifting in the weight room.
The room smelled heavily of sweat and old socks. In his gym class with him was about half the school’s football team, they were big guys that went directly to the weight bars. Justin saw an empty machine and tried the weight of himself.
“Hey, you think that’s impressive, check this out.” The leader of them went over, sat next to Justin and lifted twice as much, Justin glanced over, stopped, moved the pin and kept going, doubling the weight of the football player. “Oh, did you have to go to a lighter weight; huh, new guy?” he looked over at his buddies to get a ‘good one’ cheer, but when he looked, all he saw was their gaping faces watching Justin. He was now lifting most of the weight plates on the machine without even breaking a sweat. The leader sat and stared, then sputtered incoherent, broken sentences to Justin and walked to the other side of the room to sulk.
“Hey, Meyers! Don’t lift that much weight, you could hurt yourself from it, start off small.” The gym teacher called over to him.
At the end of class the gym teacher pulled Justin aside while everyone went to get changed for their next class. “Hey, I know you’re new here, but you don’t have to go proving yourself to everyone, especially when you could hurt yourself in the process. Alright? So don’t go doing that anymore.” When the teacher left Justin had to smile about that, him getting hurt by a small thing like that? Even the thought made Justin want to start laughing. He left and headed up the stairs to English. The teacher confirmed his name then had him take a seat by the windows, when class began he could tell what was on everyone’s mind. ‘Who is he?’, ‘Where’s he from?’, and his personal favorite, ‘He seems kind of weird to me, like there’s something he isn’t telling us about himself.’ Yes, the thing I’m not telling you is how my mother froze me, then left me with people to test experiments on me like some common lab rat. Just the thought of that made him want to lash out in anger at something, or worse, someone. He had a feeling that he would make many enemies at the small school. Already the football team disliked him, along with all the other guys in that school because all the girls liked him and he drew their attention away from their boyfriends.
By the time lunch came around there were people trying to get enough courage to talk to him, but none succeeded. He sat down at a table with no one else at it and looked at his schedule, after lunch ha had health, computer, then science. A few minutes into lunch a couple of giggling girls came and sat a few seats away, they looked over at him and asked, “Don’t you eat lunch at all, or drink anything? I don’t think I could go a whole school day without lunch, I would die.”
Justin looked up at them and held their gaze for a moment before they looked away, “No, I don’t eat lunch because I prefer to eat in silence at home, alone.” He turned back to reading his book and the girls looked at each other, then at him, then got up and walked back over to their friends. He glanced down at his watch and thought, Only ten more minutes of this until health class. He left the lunch room quickly to avoid running into everyone in the room to get questioned by everyone in the building
Health ran quickly and quietly considering how boring the topic was- diet and exercise. The teacher wanted everyone to start a health journal that contained information of everything they consumed for two weeks. Computer class was like a study hall with computers in front of every student. Since he didn’t have a file he needed to pick through a few minds to find a username and password to get on the internet. Once he was on he hacked into the teacher’s file and saw what every one was doing on their computers, they were supposed to be typing a word document, but most were on the internet, in chat rooms. He found out what people really thought of him in there, apparently they were thinking vampire from all the popular books and new movies that were out. He was surprised, without him saying much, they had almost figured out what he was. There was only one thing vampires did that he didn’t and that was the diet of their existence. He jumped into one of the gut’s accounts and typed up what he thought it be then waited for a response. Everyone thought that was obscure because all the things they saw about immortals was different, they either ate or drank a lot, and they were happy, not like the brooding way Justin acted. They said all his actions creamed ‘vampire’ at them. He typed in who he really was, then everyone’s conversation in the computers was different, awkward, even a few of them closed the links. He smiled at that, when he looked up he saw that there were a few classmates looking at him, wondering how long he was in on their conversation. There was an awkward moment when he looked at them, but he was the only one at ease in the room out of all the students. He shut the computer down and left for last class of the day, science.
The room was a normal science room, with some black topped tables and some desks. When he got in he could hear people talking in hushed whispers about him, he sat down and waited for class to begin; later in class right after the teachers started handing out