Chapter 2- Disproportionate Penguin

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Patrick's POV

I walked out of Spanish, almost 98.99% sure I failed that surprise quiz. At least I was heading to AP English. I wasn't crazy about the people in the class, but my teacher Mr. Smith always found a way to make it fun. I got to class and walked to my seat all the way at the back. I liked participating in class when I could, I just didn't like people's eyes on me when I talked. It felt like they were judging me and waiting for me to mess up. I absently scrolled through my phone to pass the time, even though I knew no one would possibly contact me except my mom and Brendon. "Hello Mr. Stump, how has your morning been so far?" I tried to smile, but it probably looked more like a grimace. This practically happened every day. "It was alright.." He gave me a look of sympathy. Those looks were always the ones I despised the most. I know he does it because he sees how everyone is so talkative and I just kind of sit there, fading away in the background. Oh well, I'm pretty much used to this by now.

Pete's POV (finally!)

I walk into Spanish class with my head hung low, hood up, and earbuds in. I could see everyone's stares, looking at the "emo freak". But you know what? I really don't give a shit. I might not be popular, but I like the way I look. I like wearing skinny jeans that are too tight, to wear shirts of bands that saved my life, and to wear my badass eyeliner (even though it can be a bitch to put on). I don't care if certain people think it's the work of the devil, I'll just let them think that and laugh about it. I head to the back of the class where my seat is and slouch back, blocking out the world. As soon as I close my eyes, I feel a tap on my shoulder. I open my eyes to see my teacher, Sra. Doyle, glaring at me. She pulls my hood off and tugs my earbud out before she walks away. I huff and sit up, still not really paying attention. Once the bell rings and my teacher starts babbling on about preterite verbs, I look down at my desk and see an interesting drawing type thing on it. It looked like the person tried to draw random shapes, but connected them to make it look like a disproportionate penguin head. I was already super bored so I decided to add to this 'penguin'. I gave it a really crappy body and tried to stay within the lines on the desk. Before I knew it, class was already over and I hopped out of my seat, already putting my ear buds back in. As much as I hated Spanish, for some reason I was really hoping that whoever started that desk sketch would notice my new addition. 


A/N: I am so so so so sorry for not updating in like four months and I'm sorry this is so short. I had to finish Summer reading for school and now I have been crazy busy trying to keep up with my classes since I thought it was a good idea to take harder classes .-. But on the brightside, I am currently on Fall Break so I'm hoping to update more within the next couple days! I would really appreciate any votes or comments. I also really appreciate the people that have read my story and I'm so glad you enjoyed it <3.

All the love, Kaley :) 


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