Don't Leave Me Lonely

chapter 7

Giselle's POV:

I finally got my schedule sorted together and began to find my way to my first period. This school was huge, much bigger than my old school. I protectively held my backpack strap close to me and navigated the hallways as unnoticeably as I could. I finally arrived at my class. I wasn't exactly late, but I could see from the outside of the room that most of the seats were full. I gathered my small amount of courage and confidence and opened the door. I slightly expected the room to go silent and everyone to stare at me, but all I received were a few wayward glances.

I walked up to my teacher and promptly introduced myself. My mother had always taught me to introduce myself to anyone who I was to be in a professional environment with. My new teacher, Mrs. Myron smiled at me and had a small conversation with me. She surprisingly didn't mention my American accent like I expected her to. Eventually, she told me to sit anywhere and that we would be starting soon.

I quickly scoped out the room and sat on the right side of the room without even looking at the left side. I was closer to the back than the front and was two seats away from the wall. I feel like seat choice is important for your focus in the class. I could feel eyes burning into the back of my head, but I decided to not look back at whoever was staring at me. Last minute a girl came into the classroom in some of the tallest heels I think I've ever seen. She scanned the room, let her eyes rest on me as she realized she didn't know me then quickly shifted her eyes away to the left side of the room.

The pretty girl maneuvered her way to the back left side of the room until she settled next to someone. Someone I actually recognized. It was the boy from the market the other day. I felt my cheeks heat up as I realized he had seen my clumsiness before he even knew my name. I quickly turned in my seat before either of them noticed my weird stare. I brushed my hand over my cheek as I felt the warmness on it.

Mrs. Myron finally started class and I was glad I had something to focus on. I turned around to pass the papers she gave us back and as I turned my eyes made contact with the boy from the market. I immediately averted my eyes and turned back in my seat. I don't know what it was about him but he made me feel intimidated and small. He just had this energy in his stare that radiated he was someone important and knew things I didn't. It wasn't exactly a bad thing, but it was enough to make me feel like I should keep my distance.