Cliched love and Cliched lives

River

I noticed my seat as soon as I walked Into the classroom, it was hard not to miss. In the far corner at the front of the room my table stood with scribbles of nerd and loser etched into the wood. Sighing I walked over and took a seat, not bothering to see who else was in the class as I knew I was and always will be the first one in. This seat, I don't mind much as when winter rolls around I can see the freshly set frost on the trees and grass, the scene is almost serene. Yet when it does get too cold it doesn't really effect me as the heater right beside me gets turned on. So I guess I have one of the best seats in the room, especially since nearly everyone avoids sitting next to me. Heck even in a 5 mile radius if they could. Even those who are similar to me, but no where near as nerdy as me don't want to sit near me.

Not long after, the shrill of the bell went off, alerting those to get to class. With my head down cast, everyone entered the room not bothering a glance in my direction- unless they were making snide comments that is- but I didn't mind, I didn't really have the time for friends. After the lesson began I noticed it wasn't our usual teacher but a supply which usually means everyone will go riot and not do the work. Great! Maybe the teacher didn't know what she is talking about either, I thought as I watched her prancing around with papers in her hand- looking almost ditzy. Just what I need, someone who cant teach.

Finally, once the papers were given out I checked the task, relief washed over me as saw it was a pairing task on what we think about Sylvia Plath's poetry and to analyse. I could do this by myself in no time, even without the help of a partner... so I got to it straight away living up to my loser title. Pushing my big framed glasses up my nose as they kept slipping down, my attention wavered from the task at hand to the teacher who was standing in front of me, a brow raised and a frown pulling at her lips, "Where is your partner" she demanded, her voice squeaky like a mouse. My eyes widened as I realised she was talking to me. I stuttered through my reply before giving up, by now the nameless teacher was getting irritated; "This task requires two people does it not", I nodded, " Well where is your partner, I don't fancy getting into trouble with your teacher tomorrow for not completing his tasks correctly!"

I take back my opinion of her form earlier... she is definitely not ditzy, she's bloody terrifying. I was trembling in my seat as she sighed as is she gave up with me and raised her head to look around the dreadful classroom. Which by now, had everyone staring at our little one on one, making me feel even more nervous and sink in my seat- getting lost in my over sized hoodie.

Next thing I know, she has a gleam on her face as her eyes meet up with someone else's and I refuse to turn and look at who my partner is.

"You" She pointed at someone, and then all I could hear was a strangled cough come from someone. " You don't have a partner, so you can come and sit down here... or you" she directed to me, "can go and sit by him. Your choice as long as you do the work!"

I really don't see the point, I've nearly completed the analysis, all that's really left to do is write my opinion on the poem. Toeing at my shoes, I remember why I need to do this and pass this class with top grades. Sighing, I begin to gather my things and look around this blasted room to where the other guy is without a partner. Once I find him, I recognise him instantly and felt my self pale.

My partner just had to be Alex! I didn't even know he had this class, that or I'm so absorbed in my own thoughts and tasks that I didn't notice him walk in. Or how he would like to call strut. He does my head in, he's one of those who will do what he pleases as long as it benefits him. I know it's wrong to judge someone but with him I do it without realising.

Making my way to him, I felt as if my lungs were being filled with water and I were drowning. When I arrived at the seat I sat with my chair as far as it could be. He just made me feel so uncomfortable.