Unbreakable

Late

It scared me, being swallowed by masses of people. They were giggling and chatting away, smiling and worrying about which perfume should be applied. This was my life for fork senior , being pushed around by girls who have fake boobs and fake personalities that sky-rocket past the height of their ego.

My arms hugged my binder for 4th period, English, where my favorite class stretches my imagination from paper and pencil. The feeling of expressing everything on something that could easily be thrown away or kept safe in the pocket of your jeans or the back of your locker. To know that everything I write could be chosen to be seen by me or others, which was often rare.

My name: Klhoe Karcessa Herenadaz , as strange it may sound I loved the fact that my name was unique from everyone else's, being different is what makes me whole. If I'm the same as everyone else then what is the point of trying so hard to be someone I couldn't ever be. So, since I'm different, I'm on the outside of the crowd. The best place to ever be at in this world.
I'm 18 like every Senior, unless someone skipped a grade or failed a few.

I was getting passed large crowds of people, accidentally knocking into some people or getting pushed out of the way. But that is high school for you. My feet scurried down the hallway, trying to beat the bell before it's final ring would be heard throughout the school. I was just 10 step from the door to my English class when of course, the last bell ringed! was heard.

I growled underneath my breath and walked into my English class, late obviously. The teacher was writing his name on the board, and it wasn't the usual teacher we had. Where was Mr. Johnson? he must have had a furnral to go to. I bit my bottom lip as the new teacher stared at me, signaling that he knew I was late.

His name was Mr. Bagans. Sounds lame I know. But he wasn't. He had black hair that had a shark fin to it, his ocean blue eyes were melting together to make some type of secret new candy that wasn't even invented. Light skin complimented how he dressed entirely and I could see a st. Johspe strap necklace being hidden underneath his shirt.

head and murmured, "I know" I began to walk to the back of the class, but something stopped me from going back there and it was him.
"No, no Miss. Herenadaz, you will be seated in the front of the class from now on until the end of the school year" Mr. Bagans told me. I stopped walking, closed my eyes and cursed underneath my breath. My feet swiftly turned around as I walked to the only empty desk in the front of the class, which was next his desk. Yay.

I set my things on my new seat and looked up at Mr. Bagans. He was staring at me, making sure I was settled I guess and then turned back to the board, writing our assignment for today. In white chalk letters he wrote:
Write an Essay on you're favorite book, creating an alternate ending. Due: Friday. NO late work.

I sighed, knowing that this was going to be easy as saying the ABC's. I already had a different ending for my favorite novel. It was called, The Holiday The book was about two girl who just had a terrible break up. Right before the Christmas. Who trade houses for holiday. One go goes to England and other to united States. And they both fall in love again.

"Miss. Herenadaz. I would like to see you after class" my new teacher stated and as if the bell just rang. Was I day-dreaming that long? The rest of the class scurried and whispered to eachother new rumors about why I would be kept after class. I rolled my eyes and groaned, pressing my hand to my forehead. I heard his feet come towards my desk and his hands were on the edge of my desk. I brought my face up and yelled.

"Sorry" he said. Wow, the guy makes my day horrible and apologizes. Gosh, that will make everything better. "Miss. Herenadaz, you need to keep you're head out of the clouds and more into the essay due in two days." his silky voice said.

"But Mr. Bagans I was thinking more about the essay, that's what I was daydreaming about" I told him, defending myself. He seemed skeptical, but believed me.

Miss. Herenadaz, I like you. Knowing that you day-dream in class shows that you have a creative mind, one for writing. So I suggest you might want to work in the classroom after school? I'm sure those other creative ideas need to be written down at home, but school work comes first" he told me. I nodded my head and gathered the rest of my stuff, getting ready to leave for my next class, Math.