Aurora

Aurora-2

Chapter 2

Unlike the rest of the class, I was buckling down and getting it done. Miss Maxwell had left te classroom, commanding us to copy out the first 18 pages of the dictionary. Ridiculous though it was, the task didn't take much brainpower. I had time to think  about everything.Seraphina spoke to me. She noticed me. And there's something about her... I don't know, but it's there. Like she had a weird aura or something. Ha, look at that. Now she's got me using words like aura.

The strangest thing is, that she could be seen and swept up by the popular crowd, but she could still see me. I had seen the biggest clique in school corner her, and yet she stilll wanted to talk with me, the invisible girl. Even Brooke Campbell, the most popular girl in school had approached her and invited her to join her group, and still Seraphina wasn't interested.

I'm not one of the people fixated on status, but Seraphina seemed like the type of girl who would be. I know, I'm basing a ridiculous amount on looks and first impressions, but when you're an outcast, you can't help but look at these things. And when I make a judgement about someone, I'm usually right. So that's the real big one. I thought all these things about her, and I was way, way off. Which is a first. I briefly wondered if she was ever ignored. I dismissed the thought immediately. I'd already had proof that people liked and noticed her. She was like a magnet, the opposite of me. While she drew people in, I pushed them away. Besides, she was too interesting to be forgotten.

As I lurked in my thoughts, my pen scribbled down the final definition for page 18. As chance would have it, the word was abnormal. Huh. Definition: not normal; not typical or usual or regular or conforming to normality. When I think about it, that relates perfectly to Seraphina. She is not conforming in any sense what so ever. The only other word that comes to mind about her is misleading. Because that is what she is. Her looks lead people to believe that she is one of those it girls, but her actions take on a whole different persona.

I forced myself back to reality. The chaos swirled around me, like a cyclone. When a teacher leaves a room, things start to get out of hand. People stop doing their work, and start chatting. They lose themselves in a conversation, and their brains dettach from learning. Soon, thoughts of anarchy cross their twisted minds, and when the teacher returns, there are kids dancing on tables and the pot plants have been thrown out the windows. Miss Maxwell didn't seem to realise this when she left the class on its own, so when her bitter demeanour returned to the room, the first expression that trespassed across her wrinkled face was one of complete shock. The next, was of blistering fury. A stormy scowl crossed her thin lips, and I blocked my ears in preparation for the explosion.

"WHAT ON EARTH IS GOING ON HERE?!? I LEAVE YOU ALONE FOR 5 MINUTES, AND THE CLASS BECOMES A WAR-ZONE? WHO IS RESPONSIBLE FOR THIS?" she shrieked. I dared to look at her face as she scanned the room for the culprit. The explosive rage that dwelled in her eyes was equal to none. It was really quite terrifying. No one wanted to own up to causing the mayhem, and who could blame them? When Miss Maxwell gets angry, the victim will often require an immediate trip to the audiologist, with a bag's worth of detention slips to horrify their parents with.

Group tactics were employed to try and subdue the wrath of our fuming teacher. A group of about 7 girls meekly raised their hands, hoping that they would go through less pain and trouble as a group. Unfortunately for these girls, Miss Maxwell had other plans. "Well, I guess that you girls will have to get what's coming to you. Get up here, NOW!" The girls crossed the floor apprehensively, and stood out in front of Miss Maxwell, preparing for the blasting of a lifetime. I scrunched my eyes shut tight, ready for the next round of screaming. "I HAVE NEVER SEEN SUCH DISRESPECT IN MY LIFE! wHAT WAS GOING THROUGH YOUR HEADS? YOU KNOW THAT IN CLASS, YOU HAVE TO WORK! IT IS UNEXCUSABLE TO BEHAVE IN SUCH A WAY. YOU ARE OLD ENOUGH TO START BEING RESPONSIBLE, SO STOP ACTING LIKE 8 YEAR OLDS! WHY IS IT, THAT THE MOMENT..."