A New Me

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

I entered my first class which was History. I was at a disadvantage in this class because I had lived in the U.S. for about a month before moving away again. I knew basically nothing about this country's history.

I handed the teacher my slip that I had to have every teacher sign and he handed me a text book that weighed more than my dog. I took it and he told me to sit anywhere. I looked around and saw an empty seat near the back.

Seats in the back were the perfect spots for new kids. No one could stare at you then and if they did, the teacher would most likely yell at them to face forward.

Before I could make my way back there, the teacher stopped and said, "Would you like to introduce yourself?"

So close! I was so close to not having to say anything. I looked back at the teacher and he was giving me a stern look. I said, "No," and continued to make my way to the seat.

I sat down and ignored everyone's whispers. The teacher continued on with his lesson. I tried to pay attention, I honestly did, I just couldn't focus long enough to take notes.

I heard the person behind me sigh and poke me in the back. I turned around to see a book-worm type of girl. She had insanely curly brown hair and carmel colored skin. Her eyes were deep brown and big behind her wide glasses. I raised an eyebrow at her, silently telling her to continue.

"Will you switch seats with me?" she asked.

My eyebrows scrunched in confusion, "Why?" I asked.

She sighed and said, "You're to tall, I can't see."

I shrugged and gathered all of my things and stood up and stealthily switched seats with her without the teacher noticing.

She thanked me and continued to take notes. She was pretty and seemed nice. Any normal guy would consider wanting to date her. Not me. I wasn't interested for two reasons. One: I wasn't interested in a relationship an two: she was short.

There was nothing wrong with short girls. My mother just brought me up to like tall girls. The reason being, she told me to like tall girls because they got frustrated when they saw tall guys with short girls. She told me about her own struggle with this and how she thought that tall guys should be with tall girls. So, I just found myself attracted to them more so than shorter girls.

I, again, tried to pay attention to the lesson but saw that I was on the losing side. My body just couldn't sit still. So with that, I started to doodle on my notebook, so it at least looked like I was paying attention.

Half and hour later and I was already bored with doodling and day-dreaming. 'How long are these classes?' I asked myself. I looked at the girl in front of me and poked her.

She turned around with a shocked look on her face and I asked, "How long are these classes?"

"Ninety minutes," she mumbled.

Ninety minutes! That means I had fifty minutes left. How do they expect us to sit still for that long? The classes at my other schools were only forty minutes long. That was reasonable. How do the schedules work here if each class is ninety minutes? Do they expect us to be here until five in the evening?

I looked at my schedule. There were two boxes one for the first semester and one for the second. I looked at this semester and saw that I was scheduled for two forth block classes: Gym and Wood Shop. Well, how the hell does that work, I wondered.

Just then, a bell rang and I shot out of my seat. I had Trig next and I had no clue where that class was. I walked out into the hallway and felt a presence behind me. I looked back and saw the girl from History staring at me.