"So, class. Since we have some interesting students, I want you all to stand up, say your name, and tell us one interesting fact about yourselves," said Mr. Douglas, staring down the whole room. He stared at Nash, and gave him the signal to start. Nash stood up, and cleared his voice.
"Er, um, my name is Nash O'Hara, and I met a girl today. She was, like, beautiful," he said, staring at the ground.
"Madeleine, Madeleine, Madeleine, Madeleine," I whispered, starting a beat on my desk.
"Ok. Now you," said Mr. Douglas, pointing at Madeleine.
"I'm Madeleine Walker, and I met a pretty cool guy today," she said, looking at Nash.
"Nash. Nash. Nash. Nash," I said, continuing the beat.
"Hello, I'm Matthias Richardson, but my interesting fact is that you can call me Matty," said Matty, who didn't get out of his seat.
"You. With the wolf ears. I want to know your name and an interesting fact about yourself," said Mr. Douglas, pointing at me. I stood up, dusted off my shorts, and straightened my wolf ears, earning laughter.
"I am Maddox Anthony Greyson, and I may or may not have forgotten to wear underwear today," I said, checking inside my shorts. Everyone began cracking up, until Mr. Douglas shot a glare that made everyone sit up straight. Harper stood up, and ran a hand through his hair.
"Hello. My name is Harper Flanigan, and I have a wanker of twin brother," he said, grinning ear to ear. Harrison stood up, and nervously shoved his hands into his pockets.
"Hello, I'm Harrison Flanigan. And I just realized that with using 2 words that began with the same starting sound, I just used alliteration in my previous sentence," he said, staring at his shoes the whole time. A girl with blonde hair stood up, and flipped her hair on one shoulder.
"I'm Eleanor Stoner. But, you can call me El or by my full name," she said smiling. She walked near one of the desks I was sitting in, her stuff in her arms, and plopped them down on the desk next to me.
"What's your interesting fact about yourself?" asked Mr. Douglas.
"I like interesting people."
"Hello," I said, as some exchange student from Mumbai talked about himself.
"Hey," she replied, smiling.
"I'm Georgette, but please call me Georgie," said a girl with a commanding voice. She had golden blonde hair, and seemed to be staring at me.
"What's your interesting fact, hmm?" asked Mr. Douglas, pricking his ears.
"I like to be called supreme queen," she said, then diverting her attention to Eleanor, who was looking at me.
"Next!" commanded Mr. Douglas. A boy with messy brown hair stood up, and pushed some hair out of his eyes.
"Hello, I'm Nate. Of the McCarthy kind, of course. And this morning, some girl thought it would be funny if she pinched my arse. It wasn't, and I'm considering filing a sexual assault report on her," he said, his expression stern.
"Ok. Now, you. The one with the black hair," said Mr. Douglas, pointing out a boy with shaggy black hair and nearly neon blue eyes.
"My name is Reid Brooks. My interesting fact is that I'm wearing glow in the dark suspenders right now," he said. I dug in my pocket for something to throw at the light switch, until I felt a tap on my shoulder.
"Use this," said Eleanor, placing a small bouncy ball in my hand. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Georgie scowling at her. I aimed at the switch, successfully rendering the room in darkness. Then, I heard a shriek.
Anyone else feeling Eleanox or is just me?
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Posh Kids (Gen. 4)
Teen FictionNewfound friendships, wannabe lovers, and crazy antics fill a boy's final two years of school with something he never thought he'd find: emotion