Ten minutes before class would end, I though, my chin placed into the palm of my hand, staring at the clock to the left of the classroom.
The class was quiet, each student scrambling to finish writing down their notes as the teacher began erasing his long paragraphs from the board. His tall figure turning around to face us, rubbing his hands together as an attempt to remove the chalk from them. Mr. Harrison's class was bright, rays of sunshine peeking in from all of the windows, desks placed around the room but the one next to me was empty.
Suddenly, the door to his class swung open, a pale figure stepping into the room. A girl.
She was tall and thin, tattoos peeking from her shoulders, her neck and her back. She had short blond hair that almost reached her shoulders, a pair of pitch black eyes and a round nose accompanied by a piercing.
The class turned their heads to face her, everyone looking confused and surprised, expect for Mr. Harrison, he looked like he had been expecting her.
"Rowan, there you are. Finally found the right classroom?" He said, walking towards her.
Rowan, that must be her name, I thought.
She lifted her eyes from the paper she was holding, leaning against the door she asked: "Are you Mr. Harrison?"
"Yes that's me". Mr. Harrison turned to us, as he added: "Class, this is Rowan Sinclair, she will be joining us here at Westfield academy, I hope you will all be giving her a warm welcome".
Rowan picked her bag from the ground and threw it over her shoulder, walking into the class, her eyes scanning the room for an empty seat, her eyes opening widely as they met mine. She stopped abruptly in front of my desk.
"This is Zoey Patterson, you can have a seat next to her".
I gave her a soft smile but she didn't return it. Rowan simply sat down, stretching her legs out, crossing her thin tattooed arms, her shoulder bag placed on the cold floor next to her.
I awkwardly turned away, maybe she didn't feel like making friends today, after all it was her first day.
The bell rung, students quickly standing up to leave the classroom, binders being shut loudly and pencil cases being zipped up carelessly, Mr. Harrison reminding people of the homework as they left the room.
Rowan and I both got up at the same time, awkwardly reaching the door and stopping sharply to let one of us leave the room first.
"You can go" I smiled again.
Rowan nodded and left the class, not a word out of her.
Mr. Harrison appeared from behind me, arms crossed. "Try to friend her Zoey, according to sources from her old school, she didn't have much friends back there, not any good ones at least".
YOU ARE READING
Outside the lines
Romansa"Outside of the lines" is a short story about the exploration of identity and sexuality, represented by two characters who fall in love, Zoey Patterson, an 18 year old cheerleader attending Westfield Academy and her opposite, Rowan Sinclair, a flun...
