Leaving the New and Different You

Nice To Meet You

Chapter 3

"Hey wake up." A familiar voice hushed in my ear. I raised my head up and I saw Alfred Grant, one of my classmates, awfully looking at me. "Have you been here for a long time already?"

I managed to fix my hair before answering his question, "Nope. Not really."

Watching Alfred closely, what is he doing here? It's past six, and I actually had an hour sleep. I rubbed my eyes, removing the somnolence circling around them. "So, when will you plan to stand up?" he asked insolently. He offered his washed-out hand. I took his hand and I stood there, frozen. The music room is packed with more than a dozen of students. I saw some familiar faces and some were unknown. I glanced back to Alfred and I mimed Did they see me? He answered Nope. I unleashed a big sigh and I headed to an empty seat.

Alfred has a smooth black-colored hair with a bit grayish ends. His eyes were magnificent sky blue.

I sat on the corner-back to avoid being notice by the massive crowd. Alfred sat beside me and smiled, "You're lucky. You slept on the corner. They could possibly saw you sleeping."

"By the way, thank you for waking me up, Alfred." I thanked him genuinely, smiling. "No problem," he said, striking my shoulders with his right hand.

Few more minutes passed, but Mrs. Campbell isn't here yet. Losing my patience, I went out of the room and I went to my locker. I grabbed the book I'm currently reading and I returned to the music room. 

I started reading my book when a pyknic guy took his seat beside Alfred. I observed him. He has this round eyeglasses, black eyes and a blonde old-time hairstyle. Nerd. 

"Hey, Alfred. I never thought you'd join the choir," he said, "So, who's this pretty little girl?"

Little girl?, my self thought. "Excuse me?" I charged, "Did I hear you say 'little'?"

"Oh, yes. Remember, I'm older than you," he informed me.

"So what?" I shot back, "Age doesn't matter to me." I added, elevating my right eyebrow.

"Oh, really? Why are you so ill-tempered? It makes you ugly."

"Okay, guys. Stop it," Alfred announced, looking at the nerdy guy. He turned around to face me and said, "Av, can you give some respect?" he demanded calmly. "And you, Kenneth, stop arguing with the new members like Av."

I paused for a moment, trying to remove the jolt Alfred gave me. Alfred's speaking like he's a real gentleman,---or so I mean referee. He has been inaudible in class, but then, what was that?

I bowed my head. "Sorry, mister. I didn't mean to start a fight. I'm sorry," I extended my arms, enough for him to reach it. "I'm Avariella Morgan from Class 1-1," he shook my hands with great pleasure. "I'm Kenneth Boyle from Class 2-1."

It's not very nice to meet you, I whispered to my mind. I pulled my hand back to my lap and looked away. When I'm about to continue reading, Mrs. Campbell entered the room, holding a black file case. I'm just about to start reading, duh? "Good morning to all of you. Sorry I'm a bit late,"  she plonked down her file case. "First of all, thank you for being here. I am Mrs. Dolly Campbell, your chorus master. I hope it will be easy for me this year 'cause, you know, last year's seniors were ill-mannered."

"Just like Av," Kenneth whispered. I think he's done that in purpose. I bit my lip, holding in the ire on my throat. I stopped paying attention to it. "Is she really going to have a speech here?" I asked Alfred, but my eyes still looking at Mrs. Campbell.

"I don't know," he elbowed Kenneth and asked, "Is she really going to have a speech here?" he repeated to Kenneth.

"Yes. As usual." Kenneth answered, scratching his eyebrow.