Slender

Chapter Three

Chapter three

After an hour long social studies synopsis of the class rules from the new teacher I was ready to go home. Last year our social studies teacher was a nice old woman, but now she teaches in the high school leaving us with this douche jock teacher. He played football all his life, and now he's a football coach, and I can already tell who his favorites are. Take a wild guess. Not hard to figure out it's all the preppy, sporty, kids. They make me sick.

I hurried down the downstairs hallway on my way to fourth hour art class. I had this class with Micah I remembered. I sat down in a seat in the back left corner. I was one of the first people in the class since social studies was only right around the corner. A lot of unfamiliar faces entered the room, and a few I already knew. Micah took a seat next to a huge mixed boy and they seemed to be good friends by the way they were talking. Micah looked like a twig compared to the size of that kid! I could tell I would have no friends in this class, and I was right. Art was my favorite subject as well as computers, which I had next semester for this hour, so I was okay. Art was awesome, and the teacher was great. I had her last year for this hour too, and she loved my artwork and always bragged about me, so that was always a good thing.

Mrs. Doe ran into the class with a good welcoming "Hello!" and began reading her synopsis and supply list. I already knew all of this so I just lounged on my binder that was temporarily small, but I knew as school continued it would be crammed with papers and trash. I was a failure at organization. Mrs. Doe was the only one who finished reading her synopsis and supply list before the bell rang so far, so she told us we could talk, but I didn't have anyone to talk to so I just sat there since we only had like ten minutes left. I hated that awkward feeling when everyone else has friends, and you don't. Usually I never had this problem. I've never been an outcast. It would be something I had to get used to in here since most of the people were in the grade below me.

I heard snickering and loud banging from Micah's table. Mrs. Doe shh'd them, but they didn't seem to notice. I couldn't make out what they were saying, but they all seemed super serious about whatever they were talking about, and then they started cracking jokes about it because they were laughing and I kept hearing 'what if's' escape from their mouths. Micah was doodling on the desk next to "Gregory". That's what Mrs. Doe said his name was during role. His group consisted of the big fatty, Gregory, the annoying, loud, and lanky, Conner, a chill football player named Brent, and a really weird, unhygienic, curly blonde haired kid named Daniel. They all seemed pretty weird. Their eyes all seemed to have a fascinated tint to them as they talked and laughed about whatever it was.

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