I sighed as I walked into my new school. Well, not my first new school, however, I was still as nervous as I was when I did walk into the first new school I had gone to for a couple years.
Another sigh left my mouth as I hastily headed to the main office to pick up my time table and figure out my locker number. Usually the secretaries were seen as grumpy old ladies, but the one I met today seemed slightly less grumpy and old.
"Here you go Marcel, your time table..." The lady handed me a piece of paper with my daily schedule on it, and reached down to grab another piece of paper, handing it to me as well. "...and a list of the supplies you'll need. Your time table says grade 12, so you'll need more supplies."
I managed a 'thank you' and walked out, half paying attention to where I was going and half reading my time table when I bump into someone.
"Watch where you're going loser!" I hear, and I look up.
A blonde boy, about my height is glaring at me through my glasses, and I choke out a 'sorry' and move to get out of the jerk's way.
"What's your name, nerd?" The guy grumbles as he grabs me by my shirt and puts me against the wall.
"M-marcel." I stutter, and the boy laughs, as two more walk up to him.
"Hey, meet our new victim." He growls, and I wince at the words.
Victim, something I've been all my life, but something tells me this guy will cause way more trouble than needed. The other boys laugh and push me around before walking down the hall, their sneers still being heard until the turn the corner.
I slowly make my way to my first period class, Calculus. I fear that the bell will ring any second, and before I walk in, I adjust my vest and my glasses. I open the door and gulp, a wave of nervousness rushing over me. The teacher looks at me, and asks me who I am.
"M-marcel." I mumble.
I look around and spot an empty seat next to a rather beautiful girl. I make my way over, and sit down as the bell rings a second time.
"Hey I'm Noëlle." The girl I sat down beside says.
"I'm Marcel." I reply, just as the teacher start her first lesson.
Maybe I will have something to make this year better than expected.
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Dimples and Glasses
Ficção AdolescenteNoëlle Ross is just starting grade 12. She doesnt really have a lot of friends. Noëlle thinks this year will be the worst one yet. That is until Marcel Styles walks into her life. What does he look like underneath those glasses and that hairgel? ...
