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Why, you may be asking what happened in third period? Why did it matter? Well i can tell you, third period is when i had drama, which was my favourite subject. Even during my emotional detached days, i was till able to act out a certain scene from my favourite play and indulge in ways we can change into a different character. However, the way i look at the plays now and they way i looked at them now are two entirely different experiences. Back then, i felt like i had been obligated to act a certain way, as if some unseen force i had no control over bounded me to do so.
Whereas now, i have a desire with the move and may belong.. or be part of them. The first time i ever felt happy- i mean ever- was when i was lying in my bed watching a netflix series on movement and body image within a play. I arrived to Drama with plenty of time to spare, which was typical for me since i had no one to talk to between classes as Holly was somewhere talking to her new BFF Natasha. I made my way up the stairs to the very top of the mini planetarium, and sat down at my usual table, the one in the very far back corner where most of the loner kids tend to sit. I took my play book out of my black Pull and Bear combusted amongst everyone. I still had my eyes glued to my book, only half listening as he continued,
"First off, i'd like to announce that we have two new student joining us today"
DID HE JUST SAY NEW STUDENTS?
My head whipped up. Miss. Gardner was standing beside her chair, in her purple frilled top and black jeans. And YAY BANTS, standing next to him was Mr. New Blue Eyed Guy himself. He had a bored expression on his face, his arms folded across his chest, his bright blue eyes sparkling beneath the florescent lighting.
My sight of him made my heart skip a beat. I let out an unintentional gasp and quickly flung my hand over my mouth, wanting to smack myself in the forehead for reacting so weirdly.
Zoe Neale, aka the mean one direction fan who sat at the table in front of me- turned around and shot me one of her infamous you're such a loser looks. Up until a couple of months ago, she didn't even know i was alive. And honestly, i kind of preferred the old way, because her knowing of my existence equaled getting thrown dirty looks and nasty comments about my hatred of one direction and their lame music. Luckily, i wasn't much of a reactor; at least on the outside anyways, if i had anymore guts than i do i would of screamed my insides to her. But today i didn't even react on the inside because my mind was fluttering with a billion different thoughts that i could making me react this way. Because right now all i could think about was how beautiful his eyes were and how i had the strongest urge to pull his grey jumper right next to me.
All of a sudden, he looked right at me. his eyes full of the same hatred i has seen in them earlier. I blinked and sat back in my chair, the corners of my eyes burning with tears threatening to spill out. I sucked in a slow breath and just thought about getting Starbucks later. I would not let this guy let me cry i just couldn't.
"This is Amy Greenwood". Miss Gardner gestured towards a girl standing on the other side of him. She was short and slender with golden-brown hair. And she has green eyes but has a tint of brown in them like Holly's. She was dressed in a black hoodie, black jeans and a grey top. I instantly got the impression that she would soon be friends with Zoe Neale. Which i know was very judgemental of me.
I really shouldn't assume things about people.
"And this is her brother Benjamin Peter Greenwood" Miss Gardner said, motioning at the new guy.
Benjamin Peter Greenwood? The name sounded vaguely familiar. Why though? I mean it wasn't like i was the kind of person who ran into so many people that i could keep track of their names.
"Now we just need to find you two a seat" Miss.Gardner said, scanning the room for some empty seats. But there were two empty seats at my table, but i wasn't sure how i felt about them sitting by me. I wasn't sure about anyone sitting by me.
Zoe Neale's hand shot up in the air.
Miss.Gardner sighed. "Yes, Zoe"
She flashed her cute little smile and flicked her brown pony tail around in her finger.
"I was just going to say that Benjamin can sit at my table"
How nice of her since she shared a table with her two best friends, Chelsea Jeanes and Natasha Trowbridge - both who could pass as her clone, i might add.
"Well actually my name is just Ben J!" The new guy said with force towards Zoe.
I scowled at he back of her perfect brown head, suddenly feeling very territorial of Ben J. I knew i had no claim over him, but apparently, when it came to him i didn't have any control over my actions.
'Actually that wont be necessary, Zoe" Miss. Gardner replied. 'Natalie had two vacant seats at her table. They can both sit there. That way, no rearranging will have to be done" He pointed a finger at me and instructed Ben J and Amy to "Go ahead and take a seat back there"
It was at this very moment that the people id gone to school with for the last twelve years decided to notice me. The weight of their eyes felt heavy, and i found myself wishing i possessed the power to make myself invisible. The pickle on my neck let me know i was experiencing my first anxious moment. I shrank down in my chair and focused on the table. I stayed with my eyes down until a small stack of books landed on the table with a thump.
"Hi" the girl- Amy-smiled as she sat down and there was no word from Ben J, none at all...
