N E R D (Interracial) *EDITING IN SESSION*

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I saunter down the school corridor together with my bad bitches on both my side with our backpacks sluggishly placed on our shoulders, swinging with every step we take. The looks of contempt, envy and likeness fly our way and I smirk in return sending a sly wink at the average teenage girls aspiring to be like us, grouped in small cliques and Valencia dramatically flips her lustrous raven hair whilst Lee blows out a ridiculously big bubble with her watermelon flavoured bubblegum and draws it in slowly resulting in an irritable noise. "Girl did you do your history assignment?" Valencia narrows her sapphire eyes towards me while we stand at our respective teal lockers. "No, I will do it some time next week." I nonchalantly answer before making my way to my first lesson, Biology. 

I enter the classroom covered by posters of biological facts and outrageously 78 detailed different human organs and scan for a vacant chair in sight, unfortunately the only seat available is close to a girl with terrifying acne, yet the horror story does not end there because her sweet smile reveals rainbow coloured braces causing me to cringe and swift my eyes at the autumn scenery with different golden leaves softly waving by the awning window. 

I dash out of biology in sync with the sound of the school bell and heave out a sigh of relief after the splendid experience of listening to a nonsensical bunch of facts based on the mating processes of various wild animals. Why do I even take biology? "Hey Starelen." A raspy sensual voice interrupts my pondering session on my poor subject choice and I focus my attention to my distraction "Hilton..." I breathe out and draw Hilton closer by the tip of his shirt and he responds in a slinky chuckle. "We should hang this Saturday." He leans into my face and I drink in his sinful hazel eyes, and stand on my tip toes brushing my lips against his pink luscious pair. "Only if I will be getting a piece of this!" I reply while slipping my delicate hands into his dark-coloured denim jeans and ghostly pet his schlong, only to receive a groan of frustration and excitement. I slowly remove my hands and Hilton narrows his eyes at me with a slight shake of head and amusement plastered on his sculptured face. "You are such a tease." Hilton whispers into my ear before lightly biting my earlobe and shortly releasing my earlobe with a torturously slow motion resulting in goose bumps taking shape on my caramel skin. "See you then Star..." Hilton triumphantly bids me goodbye and I shake my head to recover and drag my feet towards my art lesson.  I cannot create anything artistically phenomenal by using a set of pencils on a standard white A4 sketchpad, however I have this perennial hope I will be able to adopt the astounding skill with enough practice. "Starelen that does not resemble a rose in any shape or form." My considerate art teacher, Mister Davis pummels down the buoyancy within my soul and I frown in return studying my beautiful basic sketch of a blooming rose in spring, sure it looks as though my asshole created this, but are teachers not supposed to enforce encouragement and false hope? "I believe it's beautiful!" I confidently declare whilst stubbornly folding my arms and Mister Davis firmly shakes his head "come on, you will be sinking my ship by staying in this subject now follow!" I kiss my teeth with aggravation and follow behind my pigheaded-soon-to-be-ex-art-teacher and we both enter the devil's advocate's airy office. "Miss Moati, we meet again. Fortunately for you there is an opening in Information and Technology take your supplies for this exciting subject change and leave me in peace!" Mrs. MarkWell the vice principal biliously states. Seriously Information and Technology? 

I violently bite my lower lip anxiously sneaking into the inaudible gloomy computer room. Is this the part where the nerds avenge on the gorgeous popular girl? How ridiculous is that thought? I reprimand my dull-witted thoughts and proceed into the commodius computer room and discover approximately 20 unplugged computers and tangled wires obstructing my progress causing me to nearly trip over my feet and land on my flawless face with minimal make-up. An imperceptible sound rings into my tympanic membrane and I curiously follow the trail of the sound further into the computer room. How big is this place? I whisper to no one in sight while venturing into the room and take a sharp right leading to a corridor with a beaming light calling to my attention and I find myself at the entrance of a lecture room filled with even more computers on every egg white rectangular row of joint tables facing students, whom are attentively listening to the teacher educating them on some kind of programming. Mister Cori, the Information Technology teacher notices my presence and signals me into the classroom with a flip of his large hand and I enter the classroom. "Hello sir, I am a new transfer from Mister Davis." I softly smile and present my transfer letter. "Oh delightful please find a seat!" Mister Cori cheerfully exclaims and I scan through the intimate group of learners for a vacant spot I can comfortably settle into without the risk of awkwardness or unfriendiness surrounding my enticing aura. I choose a seat situated in the middle of the classroom and I briefly greet my new fellow classmates and they gift me with contemptuous looks. Wow what crawled up their ass?

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Editing session. :)