Penny

School

The air was getting cold, the autumn leaves always fell above you when you walked, The trees becoming duller as the months went by.
The sidewalk was usually lonely, but every once in a while there would be someone to greet you, either looking out the window or walking to school as well. I breath out, a puff of white air exiting my mouth as I walk, mostly paying attention to the pitter patter of my feet hitting the sidewalk, and the crunching of leaves as I step on them.

"Hey, Penny!"

I slightly flinch in synch of the sudden noise, whipping my head over to the side walk opposite to me.

"Oh woopdie doo." I mumble to myself as I stare at the person who just spoke to me. It was my neighbor. Bonnie Wilson. They didn't care about what other people thought of them, witch annoyed me in some kind of way. I guess it's because I wish I could just not care too. It would be nice just to have a break from everybody's stupid opinions about my acne and greasy hair,.

"What do you want?"
"Can I walk with you?"
"No."
Still, they quickly spring across the road, in an energetic way.
They were curly headed, with skin as pale as a ghost, and brown, almost black looking eyes. They're face lined up almost perfectly, so symmetrical you would sometimes have to take a second glance when you see them at first. And for an 18 year old, they sometimes acted like a bouncy twelve year old with his bubbly personality and bad table manners. Well, most of the time.
"Nice day out, ain't it?" they smile at me awkwardly, waiting for a reply. "I love the fall."

I do nothing but ignore him, staring down at the leaf covered sidewalk. Of course, they just keep babbling on about random stuff like usual. I cant help but stare at them through the corner of my eye, though. it kind of surprises me that someone as pos
And before we know it, we're outside my school door. Alex didn't bother to wait for me, he just went in with a smile in his face. But I couldn't help but think, how is he so happy waking into school like that?
I stand Infront of the school doors, staring at the doorknobs leading into the building. I do this every day. Just stand here like the coward I am, taking a minute to build up the courage to walk into this trash school. Suddenly, I hear the bell ring Infront of me.
"Shit, class is starting!" I groan to myself, shoving my face into my palm before quickly slamming the door open and leaping into the dull looking school, the floor creaking as I jog through the hallways.

I open the door, but loud enough for it to cause almost everybody in class to turn they're heads and look at me. my face turning red in embarrassment, and I look down at the floor so I can avoid making eye contact with any of my peers sitting in front of me, who most likely started judging me the second I opened the creaky wooden door.

"Miss Jones, why are you late?" My homeroom teacher looks at me from behind her shoulder, her small, brown eyes piercing through me as she pushes up her big, outdated looking glasses with her index finger, and using her other hand to write something on the old, musty looking chalkboard.

"I-" "Uh-" I stand there, staring at Mrs. April, searching for an excuse that would get me out of trouble.

Before I can think of anything, She cuts me off, clearing her thought in a way that sounded a lot like a raspy cough. "I don't even want to hear it this time, actually. Take your seat."

I roll my eyes as she turns away, looking back at the chalkboard and continuing to scribble whatever she was teaching today, then sloppily walk towards my desk witch was spaced out with the rest of them, containing people that I've basically never interacted with, and will never try too. I let out another soft groan, my cheek laying on my desk as I pretend listen too the teacher going on about how to simplify radical expressions using the distributive property, or whatever else she said.

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