flights not feelings

1. younger me had taste

See You Again
Tyler the Creator (feat. Kali Uchis)

Tara Montoya

I've been sitting for 20 minutes in pure torture, as my new principal goes on about my new school rules.

"One of our top students Aurora will take you around-"

My mind blanks and my ears fail to register her squeaky voice, piercing through the room. Instead, the pile of problems I have fill my head. 

I have no friends. The moment I leave my 3rd period class it's over for me. I'll be that one girl with no friends, munching on the lunch her parents made for her, because they're the only people she talks to. 

"Tara"

People will talk about how stupid I look by myself and I will disappear off the planet and never come back to the school.

"TARA"

My eyes immediately shift up to stare at my fuming principal. Shit. In the first 20 minutes of school, I've somehow got her to hate me. 

She glares in my direction before looking back at the paper, "You'll go on a school tour in about 5 minutes, and after that you will head straight to class."

She grabs the stack of papers on her desk, shoves them into my hands, and flicks her hands to shoo me out of her office. I stand up from my chair and slowly walk out of her office, being sure to close the door gently on my way out. I let out a suppressed breath I didn't know I was holding. My attention goes from the papers in my hand to the girl struggling to hold in her laughter from next to me.

"Hi, I'm Aurora", she manages to get out.

We make eye contact and burst out into laughter. My principal was the reincarnation of Roz from Monsters Inc, and I knew she was going to make my life hell. 

After finally managing to stop laughing and focus, I hand my timetable sheet to Aurora. 

"Ok, so you have biology with me and gym with Sharnie and I but that's it." She sends me a big comforting smile, "Don't worry everyones mainly nice.".

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Aurora lied when she said everyone was nice. The moment I stepped into period 3 home economics class I wanted to pull my hair out. Not only was the red haired girl at the front being a bitch, my teacher decided to be my biggest hater.  Here I was, sitting alone at the back right corner of the classroom praying that the bell would ring and I could run to lunch.

Usually I would tell myself to get it together and write notes before I fail, but I have no motivation and no appreciation for this class or my teacher. 

I'm snapped back into the agonising teachings as the door swings open, banging the wall with such force that the clock I've been adoring falls off. Great. Now I have no indications of when I get to escape hell. I quickly get over those thoughts when the a guy with cutest hair I have ever seen walks through the doors. I used to wish these kind of haircuts existed in my old school. Maybe it was a good thing I moved schools. 

"Shit. Sorry Miss Wright."

Omg, his voice is perfectly raspy as well. 

"Jake, I'm letting you off the hook since your a star student, but you better not be late again", Mrs Wright speaks towards the door. 

"Yeah, of course Miss."

I desperately try to peer over my tall classmate to get a view of this gorgeous man, but all I see is the top of his head and his black sambas from under the desk.