Contradiction

Chapter 3

 After class, Zeke was kind enough to ask if he could help me find my next class. I thanked him but said I could manage on my own with the map I had. I made it on time to Japanese and Ms. Dang didn't make me introduce myself thankfully, but my seat was in the front where people could, and did, stare.

The next two classes I had were psychology with Mr. Jones and Physics with Mrs. Hall. Both were all right, but finally it was time for lunch. Gina, who was in both my physics and Japanese class, let me sit with her and her friends. They weren't exactly like my old friends; they were kinda girly. 

The lunch was same as America: icky. I guess that was a little comforting to me.

After lunch I had art. When I walked into Mrs. Rooney's room, the only available was by a guy in purple: Zeke. I was kind of glad that I had someone I knew in this class.

"Hey, stranger!" he said cheerily.

I slightly smiled and sat down; art was one of my refuge classes, the other being creative writing, which I didn't have this year sadly. Mrs. Rooney explained our assignment to me; to draw a celebrity from a picture using the grid method and let me use a picture of an American celebrity. I chose Ian McKellen, thinking I was so hilarious.

About halfway through class, I felt a light poke on my shoulder and turned to look at the culprit, Zeke.

"Hello," he said.

I nodded, "Hey."

"So, who are you drawing?"

I gaped at him, "You don't know?" He shook his head no and I laughed quietly. "This is Ian McKellen. He was Gandolf in Lord of the Rings, it was filmed in New Zealand."

He looked so lost that I couldn't help but chuckle. His mouth spread across his face into a goofy grin. I laughed again and turned back to my drawing.

Five minutes to the bell we cleaned up and put everything away; I only had the general outline of his head done, but I was satisfied.

"What class do you have next?" Zeke asked in his an amazing accent. If I haven't mentioned I have a thing for accents; I spent a whole month perfecting my British accent.

"Reading and language arts with Mr. Miller," I said in my plain and non-accenty voice.

"Sweet, I have that too! I'll show ya where it is," he grinned. I followed him to class and as we approached the door he chuckled. "You have a funny accent."

I cocked my head to the side; that was completely out of the blue. "Really? You have the funny accent, not me; I lack an accent."

He chuckled again, "You're forgetting you're in New Zealand; you have an American accent while I have no accent."

I rolled my eyes and walked into class. As if the universe were sending me some kind of sign, I had to sit by Zeke again. Mr. Miller made me stand in front of the whole class, introduce myself, gove a short bio, say some of my hobbies, and talk a little about america; friggun English teachers or whatever you call them.

After what seemed an eternity, I was able to return to my seat, only to be bombarded by the teach with books and assignment to do and read. Zeke had a crooked smile on his face the whole time, irking me a bit.

After a brutally hard quiz over parts of speech, one of my worst subjects, I leaned back in my chair and stretched confidently. Zeke looked incredibly bored, doodling on graph paper; he probably aced that friggun thing. 

"No way," I said, pointing at his pattern on the graph paper in awe, "You do that too?"

He looked up and smiled, "Yeah, all the time. Graph paper is so organized and it makes it easier to draw on. I take it you also use graph paper?"