I don't remember who I am from my past life. In fact the only things I do remember are movies and books. I'm not a fanatic of either of those things though, so I wasn't left with much. Just Harry Potter, Percy Jackson, Star Wars, and the hunger games. All of which I looked up, on the computers in the library, and found nothing. They don't exist in this new world I'm in.
From what I can tell I'm about 13 or 14, I live in an orphanage and I'm ADHD's ADHD. If that doesn't get it across, picture a normal kid with ADHD they bounce around yeah and get focused on things. Now imagine that same kid with 10 energy drinks in him. That's me. It feels like I have unlimited energy. I get the feeling I wasn't like this In my past life.
With nothing else left I just went to school and tried to be a normal kid, well as normal as one can be with my energy. Usually kids with ADHD are not school smart, not sitting still and all that, but in my case my brain goes so fast it makes up for all the randomness that goes on. Class for me looks somewhat like this: me spinning a fidget toy, o the teachers talking, I don't care, how does that clock work I ponder for what feels like 30 minuets, how does that light work I ponder for another 30 minuets, I look back to the teacher, he's still talking on the same topic, in reality 6 minuets had passed. That's why I'm in some advanced classes but I think they do me more harm then good. I get bored really easily so I end up in trouble. Like getting kidnaped.
When you think about getting kidnapped you typically think it's gonna be some shady guy in an alleyway that lures you in with sweet promises then takes you away. Yeah no, that's not what happened to me. You see it was a Monday morning and I was running late for Algebra 2 with Mrs. Johnson. Mrs. Johnson for you people who don't know is a decrepit old hag with control issues, and I've had a rough relationship with her. Usually our issues come up because I'm 20 seconds late to class on Mondays. I don't really see the problem in that but apparently if you ask her I'm highly disrespectful and arrogant in everything I do. She says I think I can just come and go wherever I like whenever I like. Last time she threatened me with after school detention if I'm late to class again, and I wasn't about to test her.
So there I was once again, after hitting snooze too many times, sprinting down the
hallway, ignoring the disgruntled teenagers and yells of teachers to slow down. From my calculations I had about 30 seconds to get into Algebra 2 and I had a football field for a hallway ahead of me.
I'm so close. Come on, don't be late. Please be nice to me bell. Don't ring just yet. My head was cluttered with thoughts, while I navigated the maze of people. There's only one door left.
"Hey Damian you got a minute I need to talk with you?" A feminine voice sounded from the doorway I had just passed. My breath hitched as I turned around. A beautiful girl, brown hair hazel eyes was staring back at me. She was a girl that have been talking with, but I have been hesitant because in my old life I could have been a 40 year old man and it just felt awkward about dating. I gave her a smile.
"Hi Izabelle, I'm sorry I can't talk right now. I'm gonna be late," I replied while turning back to get to Mrs. Johnsons room.
I made it 5 more steps before BEeEEEeeeEEEeEPPpPPPPPpp The dumb school bell went off. I thought you were on my side bell. I walked the rest of the way dreading the impending doom. Arriving in front of the door I ignored all of my anxiety and pushed my way through. I was met with a chalk board eraser being chucked at my head, which I easily ducked, by Gorgia Simmons a girl who had decided I need to be tormented. Mrs. Johnson's back always seemed to be turned when she struck. This time was no different, Mrs. Johnson was writing something on the board. Turning to me she had a devious smile on her face asking.
"Ah Damian do you know what time it is?" The arrogance she had pissed me off to no end, but I realized a while ago there was nothing I could do. Sighing in defeat I replied.
"7:50 Mrs. Johnson." I answered while clenching my teeth.
"And what time are you supposed to be in my classroom sitting in your desk?" She mocked. Sighing internally once again I replied.
"Anytime before 7:50 Ma'am"
"Ah we're learning, but not fast enough. Last time I said if you were late I'd give you after school detention, am I correct?" she practically sung.
"Yes Ma'am." I simply answered.
"Well if you insist, I'll be here waiting for you after school for detention, am I understood young man?" she snottily replied while the rest of the class giggled and gossiped.
"Yes Ma'am," I begrudgingly replied finding my way to my seat in the crowded room. Unfortunately I had no friends to talk with so I just sat there like usual, just thinking, as the class went by.
Mrs. Johnson never picked on me in class anymore. At the start of the year I seemed to have made a fool of her, a couple times, from what I could tell from my memories. When she thought I wasn't paying attention to her in class she would randomly ask me a math related question sometimes in the unit we were in sometimes calculus stuff. Regardless of what she asked I replied in kind, with the right answer every time. It seemed to piss her off since I was never wrong. Winning me the freedom to think about other things rather then worrying whether she would pick on me.
Today class past like a breeze, probably because Mrs. Johnson was so happy giving me a detention. As I was leaving the class I found Izabelle waiting for me she looked uncomfortable.
"I really need to talk with you," she stated, grabbing my wrist and leading me to where a side door to the school was.
"Why are we going outside?" I asked very confused, at her uncomfortable state and the situation going on.
"We can't talk inside or else she will overhear us." Izabelle whispered out, seemingly trying to make sure she wasn't overheard. I didn't understand but I followed, I had study hall with a cool teacher so I would be fine if I was late. When we got outside her shoulders seemed to have lightened.
"Mrs. Johnson's planning on kidnapping you after school," she spewed out. I was taken off guard.
"What are you talking about? Sure Mrs. Johnson is an ass but she isn't no kidnapper." I stated stunned.
"Didn't you find it weird that Mrs. Johnson asked you to come to her room after school and not the office where detentions are usually held after school?" she asked brushing her hair off to the side. I was left speechless. "Just come out here after school you can say you forgot or something if we are wrong. We, she is the one who is creating this idea.
"Alright I'll come out here but I'm gonna check through her window and if she has nothing suspicious going on I'm just gonna take the detention."
"Fine" she said
End Chapter
Damian - transmigrated who doesn't remember his past life.
Mrs. Johnson - old hag math teacher that hates Damian for some reason.
Izabelle - Damian's in danger