Something About You (draft)

Chapter 1: Boredom

-Danny-

Call it what is is, boredom.

Don't get me wrong, its school so generally it's usually boring. When a day feels like it's never-ending and it's boring, I get a little anxious.

Sorry if that bothers anyone but high school is not for the feign of heart, okay.

Last class, of the first day of school. Spent all summer preparing for this year.

Its senior year!

Clearly chaotic. Neck deep in stress and hopped up on energy drinks and junk food.

It's the last class of the day, been sitting through lecture after lecture, no room to run around, no one to really talk to. It's just boring. Been watching the bird outside the window the first half of this class. Luckily for the bird, it got to enjoy the nice warm weather. It has been raining for a few days, so being cooped up in class when the sun's out.. Also to have missed the last few days of summer because of rain... It's really fucking cruel man.

The bird, who is nicknamed Todd now, is hopping in and out of the puddles outside. The view on-looks a small garden strategically placed around the school. Think it sort of acts as an alert if kids try to leave through the windows. It's been known to happen a time or two. Got enough detentions last year for it..

Todd hops a few more times in the puddle. Somehow  it slowly locked eyes with me, cawed, then flew off towards the front of the school. Lucky bitch..

Losing interest from the window, I decide to glance around the class at the other students.

Everyone is sitting, staring at the teacher giving the infamous 'first day of class' speech. Ya know, the one where the teacher tells everyone what we'll be reading, how many books, what to expect, and how to pass, etc. It's Literature, know what to expect.

Most of them are average people, average teens, most of us pretty bored. Even the kids on their phone seemed bored, too. The teacher doesn't care, she continues on with the pointless lecture none of us will remember tomorrow. Did learn her name is Mrs. Nelson. Chicks just another stick in the mud. She'll be a pain in the ass for the year. Can already tell..

A pen fell on the floor.

A few people acknowledge it but no one cared. I watched as a dainty golden hand reached for it. Found myself gazing up her arm, as chestnut hair fell around her face, as I was about to see it. She had already picked up the pen and looked back at the teacher within seconds. She happens to be one of a few students (deeply) interested in the lecture.

Curiosity peaked. Whose that?

Whoever she is only sits diagonally left from me. She's actively taking notes, her pen is writing as fast as the teacher is speaking, like she never dropped the pen. Her hand moves gracefully, with purpose. Her hair fell behind her shoulders again, Why have I never noticed her before?

Stop. You have a girlfriend. She'd kill you if she knew you looked at another girl.

As I try to refocus on anything else, the last bell finally goes off. Thank fuck.