I get to the dining hall at 8:25, giving me only 35 minutes to eat and get to class. I went into the first buffet line I saw first. I got behind a group of pretty blondes. One of them turned around to look at me and I smiled and waved at her. She scoffed at me and turned around to face her friends.
I rolled my eyes to myself. Bitch, I thought to myself. The whole group in front of me laughed amongst themselves and the girl that looked at me before turned around to look at me and smirked. "Why don't you take a picture? It'll last longer," I told her. Laugh at that blonde, I thought.
"Why would I want to take a picture of your ugly face?" she asked me in a challenging voice. "The same reason you keep on staring at me," I retorted sweetly. I put on my best smile. Kill her with kindness. Right? "Just leave it, Marlee," a brunette told her. "You're right Nicole," Marlee said. She turns around and started walking to a different line.
The whole group of girls started following behind her like a group of baby ducks following the Mother duck. I laughed to myself. It was like I just walked into Mean Girls 3. By the time I sat down and started eating; it was 8:45. I ate my eggs and toast quickly. When I finished, I hightailed it to my first class, just making it in the classroom before the bell rang.
The teacher looked up at me in confusion, but soon recognition replaced the confusion on her face. "You must be the new student. I'm Mrs. Smith. You must be Daisy. Welcome to my Creative Writing," Mrs. Smith had brown eyes that matched her light brown skin tone. "Yes, I am. Nice to meet you," I said softly. "You can take a seat, wherever you want," she told me.
I sit down in the back row next to an empty seat and next to a guy with his head down, most likely sleeping. I set down my backpack beside me and get out a solid baby blue notebook and a wooden pencil and set it on my desk. I turn my attention to the front of the class where Mrs. Smith is talking. "Good Moring, class!" she speaks. I among the few that say good morning back.
"Today we have a new student. Daisy, would you like to introduce yourself to your peers?" she asks me. I nod and stand up and start heading towards the front. I hear whispers and feel eyes on me as I stand at the front. I gulp. I was never one for public speaking. "Hi. My name is Daisy Lee. I am 17. I came here from New York City. That's it," I finish looking at Mrs. Brown for approval. "Why don't you tell us what your hobbies are, what your favorite book is and your roommate," she tells me.
I nod quickly and continue this torture. "My hobby is writing and reading. I don't have a favorite book and my roommate's name is Oakley." Collective gasp rang through the room. Apparently, I said something wrong. I look around the classroom just now, realizing that Marlee and some of her friends are in this class. I look at Marlee and if looks could kill, I would be dead by now.
YOU ARE READING
Like a Moth to a Flame
Romansa"What the hell are you doing in my room?" was the first words he spoke to me. "I love you" was the last.
