"Is that her?"
"Yeah."
"She's the new girl, right?"
"She looks kind of weird."
"What's up with her hair?"
"Yeah, what is up with that?"
I have only been here for twenty minutes and this is what it has come up to. They don't even know me and they're already judging, just like the last school did. I kept walking through the halls getting weird glances, and insulting judgments thrown at me. I had finally found the classroom I was supposed to be in and walked in, only to have heads shoot my way. I sighed and went to the front of the room to wait for the teacher.
I looked around the room and saw "inspiring" posters on the walls and dimmed lights. The desks were in rows starting high in the back and low in the front. The teacher's desk was in the front. I looked at the students. They looked fun and playful. Maybe there was somone who would want to be my friend. That would be nice.
The bell rang and everybody sat down, except me. I stood up in the front of the room with my hands clenched in the front holding my books. Everybody kept talking, talking, and of course! Talking. Untill the teacher came, or at least I thought he was the teacher. He was small and petite for a man. He had short black hair that split right down the middle, it looked like he spent hours working on it.
He sat down in his chair, got papers out, and started writing. I just stood there while the class stared at me. They were judgemental. I was used to it, but it always got to me. I started to fidget until the teacher stood up and called names. He stopped then called out cautiously, "Eren Jeager?" No response.
"Damn, he's gone again?"
"Why is he always gone? Doesn't he know that school is important?"
"Who doesn't?"
"He is probably off doing drugs or drinking alcohol."
"Alright, that's enough!" The teacher shouted. Everybodies voices went to a quick halt. He then continued down the list, calling off names. He then called out, "Mikami Aiki?" I raised my hand slightly to tell him where I was. But since I was so short he couldn't see me, even though he is short himself. "Is she not here?"
"Mr. Ackerman, she is right behind you!" A student shouted near the back. Mr. Ackerman spun around and looked at me. I was fidgeting uncontrolably and looked like I was having a seisure.
"Ah, so you are Mikami. Welcome to our classroom. You can sit over there." I looked to where he was pointing, which was in the back near a window. I quickly walked up the steps towards my new seat. I sat down and placed my computer on the table infront of me. I then took out a notepad and pencil and looked toward the front. This is gonna be exciting. I thought as I wrote notes along with the class.
