The Supernatural Can't Exist

Chapter 4

     Next was the class that I had been waiting for and as a freshman it was quite interesting until I discovered I would be sitting with Mr. Stuck-up and there were only three other girls and to make this situation even more awkward, apart from the nine freshman which included all of the girls, the rest of them were a group of senior boys wanting a fun class for their last year.
"Hello students, my name is Mr.Fisher, but you may call me Gerard or Mr.Fisher. Today we're going to start with a group project, so pair off with your tables."
"Gerard?"
"Yes, Alice?"
"It seems as though Mary is without a partner and it would be a shame for her to work alone so if it isn't a bother can she work with my group?"
I sat their astonished at my friend's sudden growth in vocabulary, she was never one to show respect or be polite to someone she just met, regardless of their age or authority. Then I realized what she had said. I then realized she was unaware of Mathew not having a partner, but I knew and that is why I was content with working on my own, I'm better off without partners because they only slow me down when they don't understand things, and the last thing I wanted to do was draw attention to myself. Her calling out, saying my name, and pointing at me in a silent classroom didn't help this, so suddenly, everyone's attention was on me.
"That won't be necessary Ms. Way, seeing as though Mr. Sinclair doesn't have a partner either so they will work together." With that Alice sat down finally realizing what she had done and mouthed an apology and got back to her group with the hot seniors that wouldn't know the first thing about engineering as they were all stereotypical meat headed jocks. Don't get me wrong Mathew was a cute but I did not feel the need to let him or anyone else know my opinion on the matter, it's not like it mattered anyway.
I was brought back to reality with a hand waving in front of my face and became irritated with the person the hand was attached to.
"So let's get started."
"Okay. While you do that, I'll be resting my eyes to come up with ideas."

So lazy, can't do anything right, who does he think he is?!? How am I supposed to be around him for the next four years of my life, when I can't stand him after three hours.

As I rolled my eyes I was able to look his way for a single second and he decided to not only distract me, but also irritate me beyond belief when he slammed his feet on to the back rest my chair. I was leaning forward so it didn't really matter, but the problem with it was the principle of it. And once again he had ruined an entire hour of my exciting first day back of high school until the delightful ringing of the lunch bell came to my rescue.

Finally I was free to go but when I got up too soon with an excited jolt and became light headed. I would have a headache until the end of the day, so I can't even sit with my noisy group of friends at risk of crying from a migraine. The only way out of this would be to spend time in the library with my good friends Fitzgerald and Thoreau. Little did I know, I'm not the only one in school to prefer books and silence over people anymore.