Summer Of Secrets Revealed

First Day

I hated public transit. I also hated having to attend summer school.

These were my thoughts as I ran out of my house, almost slipping on the stairs outside. I groaned as I try to cover my hair with my hands as I walk to the bus stop. I smile as I see the bus waiting for me, and as I step in I smile at the familiar driver.

"Morning." I tell him, seeing him nod in response.

I look around the nearly full bus and see an empty seat. I don't pay attention to who I sit down beside, staring out the window on the opposite side of the bus. I hear my stop and press the button, getting up and moving to the front in order to say thank you to the driver.

I step off and start to walk towards the school, not bothering to look back. I switch my bag from one shoulder to the other, getting nervous as I walk towards the big building. I feel a breeze and wrap my cardigan tighter around me. My strawberry blonde hair blows in the wind and I try and tame it.

When I finally reach the school, I look around, walking towards the doors and running my eyes over the schedule. I see my name and look a bit closer in order to see the room number. I squint and stand on my toes, vaguely seeing the room number. 325.

Great, third floor.

I huff in frustration as I see the multiple stair cases ahead of me. I climb and climb, getting easily winded. I look around and spin in a full circle, trying to figure out where the hell I was headed. I finally see it, walking slowly inside and keeping my head down, letting my long hair cover my face. I walk all the way to the back, sitting in the corner on my own.

I take out my phone and start to play a game, hearing the warning bell go. I hear people rush in, but don't pay them any attention. My parents had forced me into this, telling me it would be worth it, but I knew it wouldn't be. I was the outcast and that wouldn't suddenly change because it was summer school. But it was only four weeks, that's it. I could survive. Maybe.

The principle starts the announcements and I stand for the anthem, not bothering to look away from my phone. As we all sat back down, I hear some people laughing. I look up to see a group of guys laughing at something that they thought was hilarious. I roll my eyes, then notice one of them staring at me. I let out a small gasp, quickly shielding my face with my hair nonchalantly. The teacher walks in and I give him a small smile as his gaze lands on me. He looked familiar, and I didn't know why. Until he smiled back. I felt as if my heart was in my throat and that I would empty all the contents of my stomach if I didn't leave. But I didn't dare give him that satisfaction, because then he would win.

Again.

I hear him say that he would put us all in alphabetical order, and I roll my eyes once again, knowing I would probably be stuck with some cocky jerk. Everyone stands willingly, except for me of course. We all sit in the right place, and I wince at the evil smirk on Mr. Anderson's face. He calls out my name and I sit down in the right seat, making sure my shirt hadn't fallen down in the process. He calls out a boy's name and I watch as he walks towards me.

 Harry Berman. This should be interesting.

He gives me a small smile and sits, placing his books gently on his desk. I watch him closely, seeing him pull out his phone and distracting himself by text. He turns to face me and I quickly look away, feeling embarrassed that I had been staring at him for so long. When everyone was seated, I took out a pen and paper, writing down the first of many notes that we would be taking. I start to doodle at the corner of the sheet, getting easily distracted. I sigh, not realizing how loud I was. Mr. Anderson calls my name a few times, and I feel someone nudge me before I finally answer.