Dancing on Eggshells

This is the part when I meet Mrs Celeste Waldorf

These are the 'Rules of high school' instructed by our neurotic principal, Mrs Debra Nossom:

1. Don't die
2. Don't eat each other
3. Don't attack each other
4. Don't bitch slap each other
5. Don't commit suicide on grounds (because the school will get sued).
6. Quoting Mrs Nossom : "Please don't stop breathing, because we'll get sued".
7. Please survive
8.Don't smoke or drink , "because we'll get sued".
9. Don't kill each other, "we'll get sued".
10. And lastly, have fun!

But it's 13:30 now, school ends in an hour and we already have a hell of a lot of homework. I don't want to tell you what it is , I don't want to depress you all.
Instead, let me just go through my list of my teachers who happen to be the weirdest teachers to ever walk this planet :

Mr Oliver Blackley- Math Teacher, tells us that Math is our best friend, because it's his only friend and we should notice how 'amazing' his life turned out to be.

Miss Mavis Firth- Science Teacher, she's sweet, she could dress better though. She wore a black t-shirt which read 'Watch me Whip- Watch me Nae Nae' which made me feel sorry for her because I honestly think that song is for idiots.
I don't even know what sort of idiotic clothing chain would make such a weird shirt.

Mrs Roberta Coy- History Teacher , tells us about her past lovers, considers it history, Violet says she's going start bringing popcorn to her class.

Miss Sonya West- Geography Teacher, actually teaches us geography. She has a bad vibe though. She has eyes that remind you of death.
I don't know why, they just do.

Mr Jaques Pancake- French Teacher, I don't remember how to spell his surname, so I'm just calling him Mr Pancake. He is the most gay Frenchman I've ever met.

There are other teachers we were introduced to but they're not important.
You're thinking ,what about English? Is this a Spanish school or something?
No, it's not, or I would be talking Spanish .
Mrs Waldorf is for the end, because I don't know anything about her. She didn't show up for orientation this morning, I don't why. It will probably be an enteral mystery.
So far, we've had Math, Geography , History, Science , a half an hour lunch period, French and now English.
I can't tell you how excited I am for English, especially since I've been placed in the Advanced class with Violet and Winona. I was awfully surprised when I was told. I am still trying to figure out if I'm secretly gifted or if the idea of 'smart' at this school is really low. Either way,I can't stop smiling.
"Keoria, stop smiling!"Winona snaps, she's in a bad mood because she went to the school library and couldn't find the next The Mortal Instruments book in the series, even though she has reread the series like the bible.
I ignore her, knowing she'll cheer up once we enter the English classroom, wonderful things happen in English classrooms! For example, the Ghetto school that Winona and I were talking about, 'Redford', once caught on fire and it started in the English classroom, they didn't have school for a month.
See, everything great happens in the English classroom.
"There it is!" Violet exclaims, because she is Violet and can exclaim whenever the hell she wants.
C23, this is it.
We walk into the classroom and take a seat in the same row, sitting behind each other. Mrs Waldorf isn't in sight yet. I look around the classroom and look at all the colorful posters. Lots of them are quotes from books, authors, fictional characters. I notice that most of them are from Tumblr, I feel a warm feeling, knowing that Waldorf has enough personality to use Tumblr as a source of decoration. I'm over the moon when I see that there is an A5 poster which shows a green wall and a quote which reads "We are infinite" in typewriter text. It's one of my favorite quotes , it's from Perks of being a Wallflower, if you're not aware, probably one of the best coming of age stories to be written.
I see some Harry Potter quotes which makes me feel even more energized.
Everyone is chatting, including myself.
"Have you seen any cute guys, yet"? I ask my best friends.
Together, we only have English and History . Violet and I are in Maths and History together and Winona and I are in French together.
"No, Kori, you're the only one who gives a damn about kissing a boy at the moment". Winona says.
"She's not the only one!" Violet argues.
"Any cute boys, Vilo"?
"One, he's in my Home EC class, I don't his name but he's-"
Suddenly, I hear a noise that sends a shock down my spine.
I turn around like lighting, thinking that an Earthquake has struck.
"Good Afternoon everybody!"
A tall, long woman with bouncing chestnut hair with a firm fringe and gorgeous Amber eyes walks into the classroom.
Wait, she doesn't walk, she basically bounces.
"Good Afternoon"! I say, a little too loud, and fast.
Way too fast, because I was the only one who said it.
Everyone looks at me, I feel my cheeks blooming red.
Well done, I think to myself, you've officially earned a reputation for yourself of looking more weird than you actually are.
"Well, you're wide awake"! The woman shouts (because her normal, everyday talking seems to be shouting).
I show a weak smile, I'm honestly a little nervous around her. Not because she's scary, but because she's so alive and...beautiful.
But I'm not lesbian, if you're thinking that I'm lesbian, then you're wrong. I would've told you about now . I would've been more overdramatic in the prologue.
Almost like this: