Chapter 2
Really really ridiculously good looking people ;))
Aila’s first class was English, in the same room as her home room. She walked in with her books, meeting silence.
A group of girls at the window broke off from their chatting momentarily to stare her down, but picked the conversation back up straight away. The jocks were all seated in the middle-back, with their girls and cheerleaders surrounding them. The queen bitch being at the centre of this.
A few people sat scattered around, most of them being ‘nerds’ or people with just one or two other friends. Aila preferred having one or two good friends than a lot of fake ones.
Two gothic kids observed Aila, both with their arms crossed. They didn’t look all that friendly.
In the back row sat a group of three or four guys, all mucking around, dressed in baggy pants and stupid hats. ‘Gansta’ people.
One girl and her friend smiled at Aila as she passed them. There were always at least one or two nice girls in every year level. Aila grinned back, before making her way to the only seat available, at the back.
She pushed past two over-eccentric guys before she made it to her chair, dumping her books and sitting down. She turned her iPod right down as a teacher walked into the room. He shouted good morning at least three times before the class shut up and paid attention. The guy’s moustache twitched, as he straightened his tie. This made Aila giggle.
A guy with short brown hair and a smiley-face cap leant over to her and whispered, “His eyebrows raise every time he says the letter a, watch for it!”
The teacher looked at Aila and the guy and frowned. “I see we have a new girl in our class.”
Aila looked at him momentarily, before looking back at the guy with the hat, who was bitting his bottom lip to keep from smiling. As soon as her eyes met his, they both burst out laughing, causing the rest of the class to turn to them in confusion.
The teacher cleared his throat, bringing them both back to their senses. “Aila Rose, I presume?”
Aila giggled, “yep.”
“Care to introduce yourself to the class?”
“Not really.” The teacher was taken aback at her response. “I’d prefer it if you did.”
“I’d prefer it if I didn’t,” Aila grumbled, but stood up regardless. “What am I supposed to say?”
“Just a little about yourself.”
“Well, my names Aila, obviously, I’m the new kid, obviously, and I have a strange obsession with knives, fire and Pokémon.” She nodded my head and sat down with her arms crossed. The class chuckled. The teacher cleared his throat again, looking slightly disturbed. “And you also moved here from Australia, didn’t you?”
“I’m not going to ask how you knew that, but yes, yes I did.”
People turned to Aila im amazement. She rolled her eyes, and motioned for the teacher to get on with homeroom. He did so, announcing useless notices until the bell rang.
Most of the class got up to leave, including the guy with the smiley-face hat beside me. “Hey, by the way, I’m Mark,” he said, shaking my hand. Aila smiled up at him. “No you’re not.”
“Huh?”
“From now on you shall be called Smiley, because I like your hat.”
Smiley grinned, “And from now on you shall be called Trouble, because I’m assuming that’s exactly what you are.” Aila grinned and saluted him as he laughed and left the room.
Well, Aila thought, at least I have someone to go to if I end up a loner at lunch.
A girl came in and plopped her stuff down beside her. She was extremely scene. Her eyeliner was so thick her eyes could match a Panda’s, her hair was twice as big as her head, and had multicoloured streaks running through it. She was chewing on gum, looking at Aila as if she were X-raying her. Aila stuck my hand out. “Aila,” she smiled. The girl shook her hand, “Kathy. You new?”
“Yep, I thought that was kinda obvious actually.” Kathy smirked, “good. You’re sarcastic.”
“And bubbly, and retarded, and demented, and stupid, and really really ridiculously good looking,” Aila grinned, counting off her fingers.
Kathy slammed her hands down onto the table, “Oh my God, I love that movie!”
Aila hi-fived her. “You’d be mentally unstable not to like Zoolander!”
They laughed; happy to have something else in common that wasn’t being scene.
The English teacher entered, not even glancing in Aila’s direction, and began to lecture them on Shakespeare. Aila already knew everything there was to know about Shakespeare, and instead spent the lesson playing 20 questions with Kathy, who apparently didn’t give a shit about English.
English was a double.
Aila liked Kathy by the end of the lesson. “C’mon, we’re spending break together, probably lunch too,” Kathy said, dragging Aila out of the classroom.
Aila noticed how many glares Kathy got, and surprised looks she got.
“Geez, people around here really hate scene kids don’t they?” Aila muttered, looking around for where she thought her locker was.
Kathy nodded, “they’ll probably prey on you now too, I had to hang out with two Goths that’d just sit and stare at everyone. No joke, I don’t even know their names. I don’t think I’ve ever heard either of them speak in the one year I've known them.” Aila laughed, “Well ya got me now!” Kathy grinned, “So I have.”
Three girls who Aila had spotted whispering and pointing moments before approached them.
“Excuse me, are you Aila Rose?”
“Yep, why?”
“Did you really used to live in Australia!?”
Aila glanced wearily at Kathy, guessing what was coming. “Yeah, w-”
“Did you ride kangaroos to school!?”
Aila bit back a laugh, “of course not! What a stupid idea. Have you ever tried to ride a kangaroo? It’s horrible! Emu’s are much more comfortable.”
The girls let out little ‘oh!’ noises. Aila and Kathy walked past them, and proceeded to piss themselves laughing, using nearby lockers as support so they didn’t fall over.
My mother's friend said this to someone in a different country once, they believed her.
Hilarious :) .
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