Chalk covered hands

Kurt's POV

   "KURT!" My dad screams, making me rise with a jolt.
   "WHAT?? WHAT??" I reply, startled, and half asleep.
  "YOU NEED TO WAKE UP AND GET READY FOR SCHOOL. ITS 7:15." I barely hear him yell, his voice sounding distant as I had already been dozing back off.
  "O-OKAY," I say in response.
"Ughhhhhhhh," I groan and roll over, which there happens to be the floor if I do so, and I proceed to hit the carpet with a loud "CLUNK".
I groan even louder, laying on my face now with an aching shoulder.
  "Just what I need on the first day at a new school. Great." I think to myself angrily as I sigh and push myself up. I quickly throw on some clothes that I picked out the night before; a purple tee and grey jeans with a black scarf, I hope everyone likes it.
   As I get in the car, I zone out in worries of what everyone will be like. "What if everyone is mean to me? I don't want to move schools again. What happens if people find out....?
My thoughts are stopped as the car comes to a halt in front of the school. I look around - everyone and everything is abuzz.
   "Okay. We're here. Time to go." My dad says trying to encourage me a little to get out of the car.
"... O-okay..," I say as I unbuckle my seat belt and slide on my book bag, opening the door and seeing that my father is already outside of the car waiting on me.
I walk with my head down up to the school, hoping no one is judging me walking in with my parental unit. We finally arrive to the office and then the next few minutes I'm stuck sitting there as my dad fills out paperwork.
   After sitting with my hands in my lap for about 15 minutes, the lady at the front desk calls for my attention and tells me that I can head to class. She hands me my schedule and I hug my dad goodbye.
   "Be careful, follow the rules, I'll see you later. Good luck, I love you!", my dad says while squeezing me half to death.
   "Okay... Goodbye... Thanks, I love you too...", I choke out and I pat his back awkwardly, signaling for him to let go or at least stop squeezing me so tight.
   I head out of the office doorway and make my way down the hall. Now where is that room??? 404, 404, 404. I repeat to myself in my head as I look back and forth between the left side and the right side. Okay, that's 400, so 404 should be up here soon... And right as the thoughts were formed I find the door marked room 404.
   The door is closed. I check my schedule for the fifth time to make sure that I have the right room number. Yep, room 404. This is it. I cautiously peek into the room through the window on the door and see a cute, dark haired man at the white board. Students are still sitting down, so it must not be too late for it to be awkward for me to walk in.
   I push open the door and the young teacher greets me. He seems very kind. I make my way to a desk by a window on the right and thankfully, I was never asked to get in front of the class to introduce myself as the new student.
   The whole class period was not of anything to my interest and nothing really important-since it's the first day-except for one thing. Him. The teacher. Mr.Anderson.
   His gelled back hair, big brown eyes, warm smile, and nice tie had me captivated. I don't know what it was about him... I know most students have crushes on teachers close to their age, but this was different. I've never been one to fancy a teacher... But, Mr.Anderson... I don't know. He's so dreamy, and charming. And I swear he made eye contact with me multiple times. Like, more than the average student would make eye contact with the teacher. I don't know, maybe I'm just imagining it or he was just looking at me because I was staring.
   Before I know it, the bell rings. I make sure that I'm the last one out of class and I walk by Mr.Anderson's desk very slowly, in hopes that he'll say something to me. But alas, he does not and I make my way out the classroom door and I head to the next period.
   The rest of the day went by extremely fast and nothing else interesting occurred throughout the rest of the day. Or maybe it did and I just wasn't paying attention; the only thing in my mind was Mr.Anderson.
   I grab my backpack out of my locker and take my time walking to the front of the school, I mean, I didn't have anyone to walk with and who knows if I'll see Mr.Anderson somewhere??
   "Hey!! I heard you were the new student!", a voice calls from behind. I jump, startled, as I thought I was the only one in the halls.
   "Oh, um... yeah. I am.", I say as I stop and turn around to see who was speaking to me. It was a girl with brown hair that's been curled with bangs, a big nose, and the hugest smile on her face and pep in her walk as she made her way over to me.
   "Hi! You must be Kurt Hummel. My name is Rachel Berry and I know you'll be happy to hear that I'm going to be your new best friend here, since I'm guessing you don't have any.", she says cheerfully. I stare at her in silence for a second, completely shocked at the charisma of this random girl. I try to decide whether to brush her off or just go along with it, but I finally decide that it would be good to have at least one friend here,
   "Oh. Um. Hey.. Rachel, was it? Okay. I guess we can be friends."
   "Yep! Okay let's keep on walking, I have voice lessons I have to be at in 20 minutes and after that rehearsal for the musical I'm in.", she says and starts to speed walk off.
   "Okay.", I practically shout, as she's already now 30 feet in front of me.
   We eventually get to the front of the school after about 5 minutes, and I see my dad sitting outside the front door waiting for me in his car.
   "Okay, well it was nice meeting you. I'll see you around.", I say and I wave to her, opening the door of my dads car, about to hop in the passengers seat.
   "Wait!!", she calls out, "Put your number in my phone!" She waves her phone in my face and I quickly put in my number.
   "Okay. There. Bye!"
   "Bye!! Nice meeting you!"
   I get in the car and close the door.
   "Who was that?", my dad asks.
   "Some girl named Rachel. She just randomly came up to me and started talking."
   "Oh, okay.", he says, "So how was your day?"
   "Pretty good.", I say quickly to try to get him to stop talking to me so I can daydream about what tomorrow will be like and how I might be able to get to know Mr.Anderson better... Maybe I can ask for after-school tutoring???