I walked into math class with my SupermanTM pencilbag, which was gray tone instead of in color, my HeirTM (homestuck-- RMWT) folder with Hemogoblin in the background, my blue math book, and my blue notebook.
If you cant already tell, I have a thing for sitting in the back of classes. In this class, I sit in the back by the window, 1st row from the door. You may be wondering why the windows and doors would be on the same sife. Some doofus who made this school decided to make one set of classrooms protruding out of the school. Thus, making the door and windows on the same side.
I took my seat, just before the bell had rang, I took out my notebook and copied the warmup on the board then completed it,
: x = 3 b= 5
y= 2xb + (-3x) + 4xb + 7x
Then combined like terms:
y= 6xb + 4x
Then distributed:
y= 12b + 8
Then distributed again;
y= 60 + 8
Then solved:
y= 68
After I finished my warmup, I got out my black sketchbook and started drawing heros and wemon in Victorian Style dresses. Those were my favorite kind of dresses. They typically had ruffles and lace, yet stayed old school enough to have cloth and petticoat underlings. Unlike the style of today, where its an entire entity of lace with a white linen seethrough underling, which typically makes me hate anyone who wears it. Not that I dont hate everyone already.
"Thats a nice drawing. But what kind of superhero walks around like they belong in the 1800s." I heard someone behind me ask, fully knowing I wouldnt want to respond.
"The kind that doesnt dress like she got out of her pajamas..." I whispered harshly. Turning and giving a glare i know would be returned with a smile.
John's my only best friend. Well... I'm her best friend. I dont call anyone mine, she is simply an aquitance of my time. Some of her other friends I get along with, but not really.
She smiled back, as I formerly deducted, and laughed. "I'd like to meet this anti-sleep hero, How does she liiiiiiiiiiive?", She held out the i, leaning forward and resting her head in her arms.
I gave her an amused look, before leaning my head back on her desk. She giggled as my hair touched her arm and she started braiding it. John has always liked braiding my exorbantly long hair. Yes, i know and so does she, John is a boys name. Despite what the docters said when she was born, her mum wanted her child named John.
The teacher walks in, smiling over at John and I, Mrs. Siller had a knack of always staring at us, as if we were her favorites. Which we were, being the 1st and 2nd highest ranked kids in the school. Thats how John and I met.
John had wanted to meet whoever was holding the number one spot in all of New Waters Prep, being the friendly girl that she is, and become best friends with that person, no matter what they were like to her.
Then she met me. I ignored her attempts of friendship until one day I was at my tree during lunch (I'll tell you later) and she brought all her friends over. I couldnt really ignore her then, for it was my only place of solitude during lunch. We chatted for a while and she braided my hair in a long french braid. I actually liked it. It made me look.... pretty, I guess would be the word. Ever since then, she's sat with me at lunch and some classes, and no matter if the braid is still in. She will always re braid my hair and tie it off with one of her neverending array of elastics.
