I tapped my fingers on the desk waiting for class to start. I was waiting for my English teacher, Mr. Garrett to come in since he was five minutes late.
Where could he be? I thought. I rested my chin on my hand and tried to distract myself with the things around me. I saw a group of girls talking about the latest celebrity gossip, some jocks debating over what football team will win this week, and a few artsy kids sketching in their notebooks.
Then finally, Mr. Garrett walked in, with a boy at his side. He had dark brown hair with a swept back style, a sweater vest with a small bow tie, and wide framed glasses. They walked up to the front on the room. "Class quiet down" Mr. Garrett scolded. The class broke into a silence and stared at the boy next to Mr. Garrett. "We have a new addition to the class today, this is Marcel Styles" he introduced. Marcel smiled shyly and gave a little wave to the class. All around me, I heard whispering. I looked in my right and I saw girl whispering to each other, probably talking about how "nerdy" Marcel is. I guess he looked alright, I've seen worse. But, I wasn't the one to judge looks, personality is the key.
"Choose a seat, Marcel" Mr. Garrett said. Marcel walked towards the middle of the room, where I sat. He looked at the seat behind me, and just stood there. "Is it okay if I sat here?" he asked me very faintly, almost in a whisper. I nodded. He smiled thankfully and sat down and hung his messenger bag behind the chair. Then, class started.
