Just My Kind Of Girl - ON HOLD...

Chapter 5 - She's the Class Clown?

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Thats Lyle -->>

Sorry, Changed from Alex Evans to David Henrie. <3

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After lunch, I took my good time getting to my Spanish class. Who knew after only being in town for two day, I would already be in school? Huh, not me...

I got to class ten minutes early, so there weren't really much people in the class. Mainly just the nerds were there, even the teacher wasn't there. That shows you that I walked WAY too fast to class. But, its whatever. I sat down in the back of class, hoping that no one would come and bother me 'bout anything. Putting my books down on the table, I rested my head on the desk, my hair falling over my arms and covering my face. As soon as I felt myself starting to drift off to sleep, a loud, obnoxious laughter and a bunch of squealing walked into the class.

"Did you here? I heard there's a kid with tons of tattoo's in the school. Seems that they was already here, but got kicked out, or something. Hope they're not ugly." A high pitched voice squeaked out.

"OHMIGOSH! Did you not hear?! Its a girl, and she knows Jason!" Someone else said.

"How'd you know that, Jessie?" Asked hi-pitched.

"Cause Lillia said she knows who it is! You know LIllia has to know everything about everything. Its not shocking, cause a bunch of freshmen said the girl called Lillia a whore. Guess they have terrible history, or something."

Just as someone else was going to say something, the clacking of heeled shoes came in, followed by the dropping of papers on a desk. I still haven't picked my head up yet.

"Hola clase. Espero que hayan terminado su tarea. Por favor, pasen para arriba."

After the shuffling of papers being passed up, the teacher said in english, "We have a new student. I would like you all to be kind and welcome her." I slowly picked my head off my arms, and with that, the teacher looked at me. He gave me a small smile, and gestured from me to stand up.

So I did. And as I did, someone yelled" ¡Tenemos una chica emo espeluznante!" and the whole class started laughing. I smirked and looked around the room of laughing idiots, looking of the person who said it.

"What did I just say? If someone doesn't confess to saying it, the whole class will write apology letter to Miss...," he stopped, looked down at a piece if paper, then back up at me, "Young."

The whole class groaned and looked around to see who would confess.

"I am going to continue with class. If whoever said it does not fess up by the end of the day, along with tomorrows homework, you will write the letters in spanish, and it has to be more than two paragraphs, turned in tomorrow at the beginning of class. Lets get started."

During class, a balled piece of paper rolled towards me. I picked it up, unraveled it and in it said: "Welcome To Hell. Hope Your Not Afraid To Die."

I re crumpled it up, tossed it up and down, and since I was the only one in the back row, no one saw me except the teacher, who looked at me with confusion.

"Miss.Young? ¿Tiene una pregunta?"

"Yes."

"En español, por favor."

I sighed. Why did I have to know spanish? Why not French?

"Si."

"Clase, eschuen"

He nodded his head. I guess that was an okay to ask my question.

"Okay, who was the nice gentleman or lady who sent me this piece if basura?" I asked, holding the crumpled paper in my hand. No one answered.