The Poster Girl

Chapter 4- Trouble

I was left alone to fend for myself in a cage full of Lions. I was obviously joking, but I wasn't sure which was the better option, being in a cage full of lions or school. I tried keeping an open mind but the first day of school was one experience I would prefer not having experienced so frequently. I was grateful that this was my last year of High School. The one thing I hated though was that most people saw me as a charity case for the pure reason that I was an orphan and I don't want that to affect anybody's decision. The only thing that bothers me about my future is the idea of having to pay for uni. I have no idea where I'm going to get money for it.

Dwelling about the future is not going to help so instead I decided to be useful and begin my journey of exploring around. The more schools I attended, the easier it became to learn the school's layout as most were in some way almost identical so it shouldn't take more than a few days to figure it out this time.

After what felt like hours, I finally found the room I was supposed to be in but by now I'm already a couple minutes late. The frustrating part being, I'm literally 30 steps away from the room when the bell rang for its second time. I have always hated being late for a class but I found comfort knowing that it's my first day, I should be excused for it. Usually, when I start a new school, I always get there before so that I can quietly discuss things with the teacher but I guess that's not going to happen now.

I pushed the doors, still mentally preparing myself. For one, I could potentially be walking into the wrong classroom, what if without knowing behind these doors were a bunch of Year 7? God that would be embarrassing. It's only happened once so far but god can 11-year-olds be brutal.

I slowly walked in, unsure what to say. Luckily for me, it was definitely a history classroom with the walls plastered with students artwork illustrating some iconic people. Unluckily, everyone's eyes were following my every step, I awkwardly began looking around at everyone and anything my eyes noticed.

 "Aah, you must be Aria Cortez, correct? I've been waiting for your arrival. Take a seat on the back table please so I can get started, " The teacher spoke. She was dressed quite elegantly compared to any other teacher I passed in the hallway who all wore more of a casual attire.

 Looking over to the back, there was only one seat left. That seat being right at the end of the back table. My eyes directed directly towards one boy in particular, the boy I met earlier, well more like fell into. The rest of the table consisted of three other boys and one girl. I sympathised with her being surrounded with a bunch of teenage boys. But as I started walking towards the back table, I noticed the boy from earlier trade places with the boy with the spare seat next to her.

I slid my bag onto the back of my chair, just as I was going to sit, the teacher spoke up. It took a second to realise she was speaking to me. " Take your dear time. It's not like I have a lesson to teach," She spoke with a hint of much-appreciated sarcasm.

"Well maybe you should actually teach rather then be fascinated with what I'm doing" My hands took their place covering my big mouth. "I'm sorry. I don't know where that came from" Before I begun to cause any more trouble I flew down onto my seat and buried my face in the books the guy next to me had. He slid them closer to me as I silently thanked him.

"I'll pretend I never heard any of that but say anything to anyone again and I won't be afraid to give you a detention." 

I'm starting to see why people sometimes find me annoying. I mean I find my own voice annoying. My new year's resolution should revolve around not talking at the wrong time or the fact I talk to myself way too much. It's becoming such a nasty habit that I'm starting to think it's an illness. 

"We were just discussing who we think caused world war one, weren't we Mr Kavanaugh?" As most of the attention was no longer on me. I relaxed and started taking my books out of my bag.