of a few of the guys that he had just starting making friends with here to witness it.
More or less falling to the floor, Jackson held his pounding head in his hands. The quiet in the room was almost deafening to him, crushing in on him, making him feel like he was suffering from claustrophobia.
Pushing his hands down on his knees, he shakily made his way back to standing and got up and headed over to the showers. He didn’t know what else to do with himself. He felt like he was falling apart at the seams. So for now, he would just stick to the practical. And a shower was definitely needed.
This was not exactly how he had expected his first day at the school to pan out, not in the least.
Poking his head into the next class that he was due to attend, Jackson found the place eerily empty. Which was a good thing really, seeing as he was really late. It wasn’t the best move for him to make on his first day, good impressions and all that, but he had gotten distracted in the gym and the time had seemed to run away with him. That would be the least of their problems today though.
One of the other new guys came rushing around the corner and thrust a piece of paper into Jackson’s hand before speeding off again.
Scanning quickly over the sheet of paper, he saw that it informed him that the rest of the days schedule had also been cancelled. Something big was definitely going down. There didn’t seem to be much else to do but head back up to his room. The rest of the guys would be probably hanging out, speculating on what was going on, but he didn’t fancy chilling with the other guys right now. The pain in his gut and head were getting beyond unbearable. All he wanted to do was to go to bed, curl up under the covers and shut out the world.
Moving back in his room, he was surprised by quite how comforting it was to be back amongst his belongings. He’d only been here one night, but it was already starting to feel familiar. It was only a small space, with minimal furniture, but he’d already made his mark on the place. Clothes were dotted around, CD’s littered the desk.
Lying on his bed, Jackson had his eyes closed for a minute in an attempt to relax his brain and stop the room from swimming. He grabbed hold of the ear phones of his iPod in an attempt to use Fall Out Boy to drown out his pain, when all of a sudden, a loud alarm rang out in the corridor.
Jumping off of the bed, Jackson ripped out the ear plugs of his iPod and lunged for the door in a panic and found the corridor teaming with other students. They were all looking around, seeming to wonder what the hell was going on, and no one had any idea. They hadn’t been warned about any fire drills being planned or anything else like that.
“What’s going on?” Jackson shouted to Dylan, who was making his way through the crowd to join him.
“No idea.” Dylan replied, standing next to Jackson and looking around with wide eyes.
A larger male, obviously a student who had been here for at least a couple of years was heading down the corridor, herding up all the new students.
“All students and staff must convene in the main hall. All students and staff must convene in the main hall.” he repeated over and over again, ignoring all of the questions that were being thrown his way as he battled a path through the crowded corridor.
Denver, being his usual pain in the ass self, tried to block his path but one intimidating glare from the older student sent him stumbling backwards into the wall. “All students and staff must convene in the main hall.” and so it went on.
Seeing that there was no point in trying to fight against the tide of students, Jackson let himself be carried away on the wave of bodies down to the main hall. He knew, anyway, that this was the only place that they were going to be getting any clues as to what the heck was happening around here. And Jackson had a terrible sinking feeling that
More or less falling to the floor, Jackson held his pounding head in his hands. The quiet in the room was almost deafening to him, crushing in on him, making him feel like he was suffering from claustrophobia.
Pushing his hands down on his knees, he shakily made his way back to standing and got up and headed over to the showers. He didn’t know what else to do with himself. He felt like he was falling apart at the seams. So for now, he would just stick to the practical. And a shower was definitely needed.
This was not exactly how he had expected his first day at the school to pan out, not in the least.
Poking his head into the next class that he was due to attend, Jackson found the place eerily empty. Which was a good thing really, seeing as he was really late. It wasn’t the best move for him to make on his first day, good impressions and all that, but he had gotten distracted in the gym and the time had seemed to run away with him. That would be the least of their problems today though.
One of the other new guys came rushing around the corner and thrust a piece of paper into Jackson’s hand before speeding off again.
Scanning quickly over the sheet of paper, he saw that it informed him that the rest of the days schedule had also been cancelled. Something big was definitely going down. There didn’t seem to be much else to do but head back up to his room. The rest of the guys would be probably hanging out, speculating on what was going on, but he didn’t fancy chilling with the other guys right now. The pain in his gut and head were getting beyond unbearable. All he wanted to do was to go to bed, curl up under the covers and shut out the world.
Moving back in his room, he was surprised by quite how comforting it was to be back amongst his belongings. He’d only been here one night, but it was already starting to feel familiar. It was only a small space, with minimal furniture, but he’d already made his mark on the place. Clothes were dotted around, CD’s littered the desk.
Lying on his bed, Jackson had his eyes closed for a minute in an attempt to relax his brain and stop the room from swimming. He grabbed hold of the ear phones of his iPod in an attempt to use Fall Out Boy to drown out his pain, when all of a sudden, a loud alarm rang out in the corridor.
Jumping off of the bed, Jackson ripped out the ear plugs of his iPod and lunged for the door in a panic and found the corridor teaming with other students. They were all looking around, seeming to wonder what the hell was going on, and no one had any idea. They hadn’t been warned about any fire drills being planned or anything else like that.
“What’s going on?” Jackson shouted to Dylan, who was making his way through the crowd to join him.
“No idea.” Dylan replied, standing next to Jackson and looking around with wide eyes.
A larger male, obviously a student who had been here for at least a couple of years was heading down the corridor, herding up all the new students.
“All students and staff must convene in the main hall. All students and staff must convene in the main hall.” he repeated over and over again, ignoring all of the questions that were being thrown his way as he battled a path through the crowded corridor.
Denver, being his usual pain in the ass self, tried to block his path but one intimidating glare from the older student sent him stumbling backwards into the wall. “All students and staff must convene in the main hall.” and so it went on.
Seeing that there was no point in trying to fight against the tide of students, Jackson let himself be carried away on the wave of bodies down to the main hall. He knew, anyway, that this was the only place that they were going to be getting any clues as to what the heck was happening around here. And Jackson had a terrible sinking feeling that
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