A school bus is always rowdy, especially my school's; never a moments peace. Poor bus driver, we must be the students from hell; I hope that his pay is a good one at the end of the month.
I always sit on my own, listening to music on my iPod. No one dares sit by me, simply because I don't want them to; faces are too ugly at eight in the morning.
Since people are especially noisy today, I turn the volume up so that all I can hear are the no name heavy metal rock bands, blasting out songs which I can't understand the meaning of.
That's when I notice the feet...
Mesmerised, I focus on the different doodles on the grubby pair of white converse. The artistic owner fiddles with the broken seatbelt that is dangling from the seat in front.
Wait! This person is sitting in my seat! How dare he (or she, don't want to be called sexist).
"Never seen a girl before?" A beautiful, husky voice asks sarcastically.
"You're sitting in my seat." Is my lame reply.
"Last thing I saw, there were two spaces." She grins mischievously. I am NOT letting her have the last word.
"Yeah, but you're invading my personal space."
"You didn't notice me for ages. Idiot."
I give up! I am not going to continue this argument! I will be the bigger person, and back down.
Well done Marc, round of applause for Marc please.
WAIT! Is she smirking?
Does she think she outsmarted me? No one outsmarts Marc.
Ok, maybe I should have said something clever, then quickly said 'Ha! I won!" Before listening to my iPod.
Sadly, I didn't think of that.
*
Thirty-five minutes. Thirty-five freaking minutes sitting by someone! But at least I can sit on my own in form. But as I'm about to walk through the door (extremely happy that the Converse girl walked into 11H's form), I'm stopped by the head- Ms Carter.
"You wouldn't mind showing some year 6s round for their look around day, would you?" She asks.
Huh?! What's wrong with swotty Ellen? She's the sort of person who'd give a heartbeat to do this -while I'd rather give a heartbeat not to- so why isn't she doing it?
"Isn't this what Ellen does, or you?"
"I am very busy today, and don't have the time to give tours," she retorts.
Doesn't she know what secretaries are for?
"Fine. How many lessons will I miss?" I reply, through gritted teeth.
"Lesson two. Meet me outside my office five minutes before."
YOU ARE READING
the Girl with the Doodled Converse
RomanceMarc Lloyd sits on his own. He likes it that way, too. So when Hannah sits by him, you can imagine how he reacts. Everyone thinks that Marc will never fall in love. But there is someone who loves him. Will he realise it too late?
