Ok I know in romance books or movies, the first eye contact seals the love. The girl will see the guy and feel like she is dying inside because the man is a greek god ,bluh bluh bluh.
Well I had none of that...but I do admit that it wouldnt hurt to have some love at first sight and all that shit.
He is mediocre. Yep, you heard me, there ain't no climax here. I stared at his build and I could see the muscle hidden under his uniform. He is tall, nice hair ,whatever, point is, he is almost boring to look at.
As im doing my little investigative stare, I hear a deep voice calling my name.
"Hey Caroline, don't stare at my sexiness so hard or you might just get a mental orgasm"
It's Mr Mediocre staring right at my face.
"Oh please don't flatter yourself! Your face brings my breakfast up" Seriously, who does this guy think he is?
"Right, I'll just leave you alone then."
"Please do, Mr..." Oh my goodness, I almost called him Mr Mediocre out loud.
Mrs Hickling comes along, greets the whole school and throws a speech that is so long and so boring that I might just fall asleep while standing. After what feels like two hours of torture, we are sent to our classes.
We are given papers that have our class numbers and subjects. My first class is English with Mrs Bester so I quickly make my way upstairs to her class.
The door is open and there are so many people inside already. I make my way inside, everyone seems to know everyone in here and im just here looking like a lost pig.
There's an open desk at the back, right at the corner of the class and right before I can claim it as my desk, Mr Mediocre places his bag on that very table and sits down.
May I just ask God why he is doing this to me?
I walk towards him and just stare at him until I get to what was supposed to be my desk.
"And how I can I help you Margaret Thatcher?"
"Well Hitler, you are sitting on my chair"
"Oh I'm sorry, I didnt see your name carved on the chair Margaret"
"First of all, the name is Caroline and -"
"Oh, how could I forget a name that reminds me of christmas jingles?"
Did he just cut me off? He just called me a christmas jingle as if being called Margaret Thatcher isnt bad enough!!!! I did not do anything bad to deserve this guy, I mean, yes I killed a spider last night but I think Karma is being a little too harsh on me here. Argh I hate my life.
"Okay, listen here Hitler, first of all, I do not like being interrupted and second of all, do not call me names because you don't even know me and third of all...Margaret Thatcher was a very powerful and a positive role model to all women!...I won't argue with you any longer and seeing as that you irritate me so much, im just going to find another seat"
I was waiting for him to have a comeback or to say somethig catty but he just looked at me as if he didnt hear a word I said. Seriously, if im being punished for that spider then let me just say that if I could revive the eight legged thing, I would ,so that all this nonsense can just stop.
I hate my life....Nope, HE MAKES ME HATE MY LIFE AND I HATE HIM!!!!!!
"Fine play deaf and dumb Hitler"
I mumble the word "bitch" as I kill him 50 times in my head. There is an open desk right infront of the teacher's table and although I hate sitting infront, I guess this would have to do because there aren't anymore desks or chairs available.
Mrs Bester makes her way into the class and I have a feeling im going to enjoy this class because she is the nicest women ive ever met. Her smile will make you want to exchange your own mother for her. Point is, this woman is really lovely. We instantly become friends....well not friends but you know, those really close teacher - student relationships.
A few classes pass by and the last hour is dedicated to P.T. For those that don't know, P.T means physical training and yes, it is compulsory for everyone. I don't actually mind because I am a sporty person and I love the outdoors so I think I will forever look forward to this part of the day every weekday.
The whole school has a certain attire they have to wear for this training so basically, the whole grade will just look alike. Navy blue t-shirt, shorts and tackies, i've seriously never worn this much blue in my life.
Im quite tall so the shorts that seem quite long to everyone else are actually quite short on me but I'm not complaining at all. The t-shirt is a problem though. It is almost as long as a hooker's dress. Okay that's harsh lol.
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RandomIm not meant to love, I was not craeted to love, therefore im most probably going to die as an old, sexually frustrated, love seeking geyser...despite knowing my fate, I still try though, maybe I can change my fate because there's this one boy...
