I Don't Want To Be A Troll!!

Chapter 1

Author's Note: Hi all! This is my first story that I've ever shown publicly, so I would actually love a little bit of constructive feedback. I hope you enjoy!

The new year had started off with the usual reluctant mood typical of students back from a long winter break. But the last class of the day made the oppressive feeling even more obvious. 

It began with the usual ringing of the bell and the usual reading of the attendance, but it was no ordinary day for Sally Leblanc. No, today was the day that she finally got a seat next to David Arron. Sure, he didn't know that this was anything special, but to her it was fate. The class desks had been rearranged over the winter break and his, the one with his amazing drawings carved into the sides, just happened to end up beside hers. Sally sighed softly again as she tried to take another subtle glance to the left from under her bangs, her dark brown hair concealing most of her view.

"Miss Leblanc!"

Startled, Sally snapped her attention to the front of the class to find Mrs. Donalds giving her a narrow look. It was obvious that this wasn't the first or likely even the second time she had called Sally's name.

"He-re!" She coughed the words out, and then sank into her faded black hoodie.

Mrs. Donalds did not look amused.

"Try to pay attention? Hmm?"

Sally barely nodded, blushing bright red as a scattering of snickers echoed through the room. She sunk deeper into her oversized hoodie, dusty bronze fingers nervously tearing at the already ruined cuffs. Mrs. Donalds, no longer concerned with Sally, moved on with the attendance.

"Brian Gilmur." "Here." "Tammy Henderson." "Present."

Voices blurred around Sally as she returned to her observation of the amazing David Arron. He was leaning back in his chair, nodding as if he was listening to a song no one else could hear. His dark hair had fallen into his eyes again, but he paid it no attention. A small smile curled around his lips and Sally found herself smiling without even knowing it. 

She was still smiling when class ended.

"What are you smiling a~t?" a voice sing-songed from her right after she had exited the class room with the rest of the students. Sally turned her attention to the voice and found a slightly irritated look on her best friend's face.

"Umm, hey Mel. Sorry, what?"

Sally was confused. She hadn't noticed that she was smiling. Mel rolled her eyes dramatically and tossed her short bright red hair, showing off a pair of expensive looking earrings.

"I sa~id: what are you smiling at?"

Mel drew out the word like it was a particularly important thing. It seemed to amuse her to drag out particular words in a sentence when she felt the need to emphasize something. It had the effect of making her sound like an over-indulgent parent. Sally found it obnoxious, but never had the nerve say so to Mel's face.

She racked her brain for something to distract Mel with, but the point was moot. The hall had gotten far too loud to talk anyways as they weaved their way amongst the students. Sally was doing only a slightly better job at it than Mel, who's wider frame made avoiding incoming people nearly impossible. Fighting their way to her locker they finally arrived with only minimal damage. Once settled, Mel tossed her hair again this time obviously showing off the earrings. "New earrings?" Sally figured that was what Mel wanted to talk about anyways. The red head smiled.

"Do you like them?" Mel preened, "They're Channel." She said as if she normally wore name brands. "I think they totally go with my outfit." That, Sally had noticed right away. The girl in front of her was a riot of colour next to Sally's faded jeans and worn black, almost grey, hoodie. The only hint of colour on Sally came from an old yellow band shirt, nearly hidden under it all. In stark contrast Mel was wearing a brightly coloured shirt dress with black leggings and neon pink flats. It was almost exactly the same outfit as Amanda Lu's, one of the eight richest, 'and skinniest,' kids in their little public high school.