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Chapter 3
When I looked up at him the first thing I see, well anyone would see, are his bright green eyes, you really can get lost in them. No stop, what am I thinking? This is Aaron Heart, the annoying moron, who has a thing for chasing girls he couldn't have, but when he got dumped then faster than they can say "what?" As much as I do dislike the obnoxious loser he is very good looking, all 6'2 of him unfortunately is. His dark black hair nearly reached his shoulder's, his full yet never smiling lips were always in its usual sneer. You could clearly tell he works out, a fact he doesn't hid that well in physical education. Why am I analysing him? It must have been the scrambled eggs, because that's exactly how my head feels right now, scrambled. He was staring at and leaning in, much too close for my comfort. As i took a step back the sneer on his face grew so it could be paced off as a smile to someone who was five miles away. Darn him for having perfect white teeth, what i would give to chip one of them right now!
"Dear Elizabeth, I would have thought the summer vacation would have had an enlightening affect on you. But yet again you seem to come back from having fought kangaroos. Well you certainly look like it", he smiled at himself for his very bad joke. At least he was amusing someone.
I pretended to look offended and placed a hand on my mouth. "How little you must think of me to have a fight with one of your girlfriends. Now you must excuse you, as your head is so big and requires so much oxygen there seems to be none left for poor humans like me." I walked away from him and stepped through the large blue doors. As the closed I could still see Aaron standing there, trying to figure out what had just happened. Well we all know what that means, by the time he figures it out it will be fourth period. When I walked past reception I remember I didn't know where my new tutor group would be. I opened my light blue bad with flower prints, which I had only brought yesterday from Selfridge's. I had to rummage under all the crap i have stuffed into my bag, my pills, my new school equipment. Aha, i found it under my notebook. Lets see, its in room 212. That's the humanities department, our school is separated into floors, which each belong to a certain department. The second floor is for humanities subjects the first is for all the assembly halls and teachers offices. The third is for all the arts. Fourth is sciences. The rest of the other subjects are in different buildings.
As I ran up the stairs I began to cough, it wasn't chesty coughs but it still hurt my throat. I ignored it and carried on. When i reached the second floor i walked all the way down the corridor to the last room which was my tutor group. When i walked in, very late, 24 sets of eyes were all looking at me. Ignoring them all I walked to the teachers desk, and thank god I had Mr Adams this year. He also taught me English Literature so he knew all about me, I really liked his classes he could be strict when needed. Normally though the class was always silent when he spoke, there was an air of respect around him. He along with Mrs Saunders, who teachers me politics are my favourite teachers in this school.
"Nice of you to join as Ms Scott, please take your seat at the back of the classroom, unfortunately your tutor partner is also late, so much in common and you haven't even had a lesson together" he pointed towards a seat at the back on the classroom. I have never seen him look so annoyed.
