School Change

I awoke to the sound of my mother calling up to my room from downstairs. “Better get a move on it, you don’t want to be late for your first day!”

Her voice was so cheery and upbeat, she was such an optimist, hard to believe this would be the 5th school I had transferred to in 3 years. Her voice did not betray any sense of fear she might have that this school would be no different from the 2 before it. In each case I was picked on and bullied until my parents transferred me to another school. I had begged them to homeschool me, but they refused, stating that I needed to learn how to get along and deal with my interpersonal problems.

So I got up and went through my usual routine, a shower, brush teeth, comb hair. Although I was going to start my senior year, as I looked in the mirror, I noted there was still no need to shave my face for even the first time. I glanced down at the unused razor that was an optimistic birthday present over 2 years ago, and set my toothbrush beside it. I guess I should be grateful, I did need to brush my teeth- it’s a wonder none of them had been knocked out all the times I was smacked around by my tormentors. I think I was picked on because I looked immature; with my smooth face, slight build, and medium stature of 5’ 6’. If that did not happen, when the guys would shower for gym, my lack of body hair and small penis would seal the deal. It usually started with verbal abuse and cruel jokes, then it would escalate to having my hair pulled, getting tripped, and finally just having guys beat me up, eventually my parents would move me to another school, only to begin repeating the process.

I went down to breakfast and picked at it, dreading the new school with the same old problems. My dad said, “come on sport” (I hate it when he says that, it seemed like I was in third grade not high school). We got in the car and drove in silence for the 5 minutes it took to get to school. Just as I was about to open the door dad poked my shoulder awkwardly and said, “fresh start, don’t blow it this time”. I got out of the car thinking, “Gee, thanks for the pep talk”. I turned and quickly crossed the commons to the school steps and ran up them. Once inside I was bombarded by the echoing noise as everyone else seemed to know where they were going and noisily made their way there.

I looked down at my paperwork from the school, first thing was to go to the locker, all of my textbooks should already be there. I could stow my extra notebooks and pencils and get ready for the first class after the home room assembly. Opening the locker was uneventful, “Of course”, I reminded myself, no one knew me yet, so no one had vandalized my locker. Well, that was a nice change from last year’s first day of school. I don’t know how, but somehow my locker has been ransacked before I even started the year.

The first class was English, I found a seat near the back and just tried to blend in. That was short lived. As the teacher, Mrs. Laveign took attendance and called out my name. “Nicolas Smith, please stand. As you all can see, we have a new student. His name is Nicolas. I hope you all will get to know him. You do prefer Nicolas, not Nick, or Nicky, is that correct?” “Nicolas is fine” I said nervously.

Then someone shouted stand up Nicolas, referring to my shortness. The room erupted in laughter, and just like that it had started. As I quickly sat down, face turning crimson, Mrs. Laveign, stifling a laugh herself, got the class to settle down a bit. As she started her review of what everyone “should” remember from previous years, a voice quietly spoke to me from my right.

“I’m Natalie, And my good friends just call me Nat for short. don’t let that smart remark put you off.”

I looked over at her. She had soft blonde hair down past her shoulders with soft curls and bangs that obscured her eyes a bit. Her face was medium and oval shaped with sharp grey eyes and dark, thick eyebrows. She had two big breasts that strained her large sweater with both their size and erectness. By the end of class we had exchanged several pleasant remarks. When the bell rang and she rose from her desk I suddenly realized how big she was. She towered over me, perhaps she was 6’2’, her shoulders were broad and her arms looked very strong. Beneath her breasts was a thick but firm waist merging into broad hips and strong, yet shapely legs. The word Amazon came to my mind. My next couple of classes were uneventful. When lunch came I tried to just slip into the lunch room, but then a voice boomed out my name. I tried to duck down.

“Nicolas!, Over here!”

I looked over to where Natalie was standing. She was beckoning me to come join her. “Ok, lets see how this goes” I thought to myself. When I got to her she playfully gave my shoulder a squeeze and invited me to join her. We compared lunches and actually traded a couple of items. I began to relax and actually enjoyed the lunchtime. As we finished up, she asked me if I would want a ride home after classes. I thought, “sure, why not”, so I agreed and she told me where to meet her.

The next few classes were uneventful, so far I had succeeded in blending in or being invisible.

I sorted through my stuff at my locker, several heavy books to lug home for studies. They jumped right in at this place. Still, I didn’t mind, I could not remember the last time a school day had gone so smooth. As I carried my books out of school, I was grateful Natalie had offered me a ride.

She said, “Just come out the front, make a right, and go to the corner of the school. There is a bench facing the parking lot and road. Have a seat, I’ll be getting out just a few minutes later than you.” Then she smiled, swallowed the last of her carton of milk, stood up, and headed to class. I was done eating as well, but I lingered at the table, sneaking a peek at her butt. It was wide, firm, and plump. Not overly plump, but definitely firm and muscular. I was not sure if she caught me looking; she had quite a wiggle in her walk, could it be for my benefit?

Once out of the school, the bright sunshine and blue sky was in harmony with my mood. When had I experience such a wonderful day? In my younger days of grade school sure, there were lots of good times, but good days were fewer and fewer as size and mature features came to everyone but me. Today was different! First, right when I felt the walls closing in during English class, Natalie had encouraged me not to pay any attention to the heckler. She asked where I was from, what my favorite class was, and what my schedule was. Most of the time she was focused on the English lecture; several times however, there was a lull and she had whispered those questions. Comparing schedules, she told me we only have English together today, but we share lunch time. Tomorrow we have English, Art, and Phys Ed together. When lunch time had come, it was so nice to be hollered to, not hollered at. It was really obvious that she wanted me to sit with her. During lunch she filled me in on her post English morning. There was Mrs. Porter teaching history. She was giving an introductory lecture on the beginning civilizations around the world, when Philip Marten let out a big fart. Of course the class started laughing; as the laughter died down somebody said too bad this wasn’t the beginning of the universe Science class, that was the big bang.