The Weird Kid (BXB)

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Hey fuckers! I hope you enjoyed the first chapter please keep reading!

After the whole fiasco in the cafeteria the bell rang and we headed to our classes. Thankfully Elliot and I were in the same homeroom.

We walked to the class and I just about collapsed.

"T-Too m-many people." I whisper to Elliot

"It's ok, come sit next to me." He says

I follow him and sit down in the seat next to him.

A woman who looked to be in her very early twenties walks into the room. She had beautiful brown skin and thick messy curls.

"Hello class! My name is Ms. Farrell and I'll be your English teacher this year. This is my first year teaching but don't try anything on me, I may only be a few years older that ya'll but I won't put up with your bs, understood?" 

A chorus of 'yes's ring out as well as some nods.

"Great. I'm not that strict but I do have a few major rules," Ms. Farrell points to a white board "one, any type of homophobia or racism in this class is forbidden. Two, please keep your language in check, now the occasional slip up is ok but I don't not want to hear you swearing. Three, respect my classroom. This isn't your house. Other than that I'm pretty chill."

I love her.

"Alright let's start with role call." Ms. Farrell says

She grabs a clipboard and sits down on a stool.

She calls a name that sounded familiar but no one answered.

"Elliot Bakker."

She pronounced it correctly!

Elliot raises his hand.

"Here." He says

"Oh an accent, what is it? Dutch?" Ms. Farrell asks

"Yes, actually." Elliot smiles

"Finnick Bakker."

I raise my hand.

"Twins?" She asks

"Yeah." Elliot says

She smiles and starts calling other peoples names but stop shortly when someone walks in.

The guy from earlier.

"Please, take a seat." Ms. Farrell says

He looks my way and starts walking towards me. He walks right past me and I hear him take the seat directly behind me.

"Name?" Ms. Farrell asks him

"Cain Azrael." He says

What the hell type of last name is that? The angle of death?

"Alright thank you."

She goes back to calling names and I just stare down at my desk.

I can feel him staring holes in the back of my head but I don't dare turn around.

"Alright class I want you all to pull out a piece of paper and a pen or pencil." Ms. Farrell says

Some people groan and some quickly comply.

"I want you to write down some things about you. I want to get to know you and I want to see your writing style." She says

I quickly start scribbling on my paper. Writing is something I really enjoy, I like writing my own songs sometimes too. Sometimes I like to write like it's a story, like I'm the narrator. That's how I write on this paper.