The Last Seat

The New Girl

She looked at the gate. Big and imposing as it was, it gave her a few jitters. This is not the first time she had felt this way ever since she had shifted to New York three days back. This morning, she had struggled to get up at six in the morning and catch the school bus. Her father had asked if she wanted him to drop her to school but she had refused. Her father was a hardworking man, and she didn't want to be any bother to him.

Malia looked all around her. A lot of girls got down from big cars she hadn't see back in North Carolina. Many of them were with guys. People met outside the school gate, screamed at each other and hugged. Malia looked at them, and felt a little strange. Their skirts had crept up to their mid thighs, their socks were rolled down. None of them had their first buttons of their shirts buttoned up.

She felt out of place.

She entered the gate and tried not to look around. Everything she had heard about the school was egging true.

It's a school for rich kids.

You will be a misfit.

Girls are kissing in the ninth grade.

But she couldn't have helped it. None of the schools in New York would take her despite her great results in her old school. But at The Presidency School, her father knew somebody and she could get it. She entered the building and there was a sea of students out there. She had a hard time figuring out where her class was and she was scared to ask anybody for help.

"Excuse me?" she approached a girl passing by and asked, half scared,

"Where is XII C?"

"What?" A girl with chewing gum in her mouth looked at her from top to bottom, paused for a few seconds and walked off.

She had a very different idea back home. All her friends were excited because she was the one going to a big city. Nice boys. Days of fun! Initially she was sad because she didn't want to move. But since her friends back home were so excited, she had started to feel that glimmer of excitement.

She had finally found her class and when she entered she saw all the heterogenous groups sitting on top of the table, some of the girls had arms around boys and all of them were making a lot of noise.

All eyes turned to her as she entered the class room.

"Yes?" A girl with braided hair and long red nails stood in front of her.

"XII C? New student" Malia said.

"Ohh," She looked at her, her eyes travelling from Malia's hair to her shoes.

She felt naked. Even though she was the most dressed up girl, she felt bare. Everybody looked at her. She walked through the row of benches and looked for an empty seat. Only one bench was empty.

The last seat.

She put her bag down and looked at her watch. They were still a few minutes to go. She could hear whispers around the classroom and she knew they were talking about her.

The first twenty minutes in her new school had been very unsettling, to say the least. Beautiful girls and short skirts. Boys with hair all over the place and low hanging school trousers in sneakers.

Just then the teacher entered the class. She was both there physics and class teacher and she was a far cry from the teachers back home.
Ms Kelly was young, thin and she looked only a shade older than a college student. There was a buzz in the class. The guys gave each other sneaky looks. She was the darling teachers of the school.

"Brad? Kira?" she started taking names of the students and marking the attendance.

Malia waited for her name. The whole list was read out, not without hiccups. Ms Kelly had to shout a few times to get the class in order.

"Malia?" Ms Kelly finally said her name.

"Yes, ma'am!" Malia said.

Ms Kelly had a good look at her before asking, "New student?"

"Yes, ma'am!" Malia stood up.

"No, no keep sitting" Ms Kelly stood up. "So which school are you from?".

"St Mary Convent, North Carolina," she said.

There were faces made in the class. None of them had heard of the school.

"Welcome to The Presidency School," she said. "After this class I will assign you a buddy, someone who would help you with everything that you might need," she smiled at Malia.

"Thank you" Malia said, instantly liking her.

The she started teaching. Things were a lot different here.

"Did you all go through the chapter on Thermodynamics?" Ms Kelly asked sweetly.

"NO!" a voice said.

"Ma'am, are you kidding me? Fifa was on yesterday..." another voice said.

"...We were busy ma'am"

And then there was a lot of noise. Ms Kelly looked on helplessly as the student created a ruckus. Malia realised that this was the everyday routine. Every Fucking Kid Was A Brat. And every kid had a powerful mom or dad. No teacher wanted to be on anyone's bad side.

For one, this school was run by student, and not by the teachers.

All this was new to Malia. In her last school, students were still getting slapped by teacher.

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