Something Stupid

"We had to choose the car with a girl who'd beat our asses?"

I kicked my foot back into my attacker's groin and turned around before kicking him off his feet.

Thankfully, I had learned a few things from my dad, just in case the situation ever arose.

"Dude, we messed up. It's a girl." The guy standing behind my attacker said, with his arms up in surrender.

My attacker looked up. "Are you serious? We had to choose the car with a girl who'd beat our asses?"

He tentatively stood up, holding his arms out. "I'm just getting up, is that alright..." He trailed off, waiting for my name to be said.

"You're not getting off that easily. Why the hell did you attack me?" I asked, looking between the two boys, my arms crossed.

The one I ninja-ed had brown hair that was nicely cut and the other guy had blond hair that was a little shaggy, but somehow worked for him.

"We—" Brown hair was interrupted by blondie with coughs of disagreement. "I thought you had kidnapped the people who had lived there or something."

I looked at them, with disbelievement. "And why on earth would you think that? They moved out two months ago."

"They did?! Are you serious?"

"Wow. Boys are as oblivious as they say. Since this pow-wow is off, I'm gonna go now." I started to walk away, my stomach growling, before brown hair stopped me. At least I think it was him.

"You never did tell us your name," he said, an amused look on his face.

"Yeah? Well, if the reason weren't obvious by now..." I tipped my head, and sat down in my car.

I drove off, looking back into my side mirror to see the guy with black hair's jaw dropped.

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I walked tentatively down the hallway looking for my first period class. I was not a morning person and never will be, no matter how many cups of coffee I could drink.

I finally arrived, thankfully on time, and opened the door to find multiple faces staring back at the newbie in the school.

"Hello, dear! You must be Miss..um..Miss...oh, give me a hint." My teacher was a little cute old lady with white hair, wearing a floral dress that reached to her ankles.

"Chester. Raina Chester," I responded, trying my best to keep eye contact with her, something that was very frightening to do, especially at a close distance, and to forget of all the faces I knew were staring at mine.

"That's right, that's right, Miss Raina. I got your French transcript this morning, and may I say, beautiful, my dear."

In my peripheral vision, I saw the some of the class look at each other.

Trying to ignore them, I said, "Thank you, ma'am—"

"No need to call me, ma'am! I'm only as young as I feel. Sit, sit. We have a ton to do and only fifty minutes to do it." She went back to bustling about around her desk and ruffling through the multiple papers, something I think she will be doing all year.

I quickly found the open seat. Since many people only did the required two years of a foreign language and rarely made it to AP, I had a few options.

I sat in the second row and tried to once again ignore the curious whispers and stares I knew I was getting.

"So, class, since you are my only AP class, and you probably already know each other and I, you, I'm going to go straight to business. You will only have—" (CHANGE THIS)