Freshy

Gray-green

As I walked into class on that very first day I felt all eyes on me. I sat in the back, praying that the teacher wouldn't call on me much less notice me, I pulled out my notebook and began to draw. I never thought I was really good at drawing, I just liked to draw. As I was putting the eye on my dragon my notebook was ripped out from under my pencil. As I looked to confront the thief hoping it wasn't the teacher I was greeted with the most heart-melting, gray-green eyes I had ever seen. While I starred with my mouth to the floor he starred back and whispered,"You're pretty good." "Thanks", I said right as the bell rang. My new teacher, Mrs. Wilson, looked over the class,stopped,and looked right at me. "Everyone meet our new student Isabelle." My heart dropped as she waves me up to the front. I stood up and walked to the front. "Hi I guess, I'm Isabelle, I moved here-", I was cut off short by a guy that looked like he was one of the head jocks as he yelled out "BOOOOOORING!!" Putting my head down, I quickly went back to my seat and pulled out my notebook. "Where you from Freshy?" Mr.Delicious asks. "I'm not a freshman", I shot back. Then reality hit me. This big pile of muscles, eyes, and full out hotness was a junior and I was a mere freshman aged kid in the junior class.