Just The Four Of Us

Ch. 6: "I love your pin"

Hannah's POV   

Fighting against the sea of juniors, I trudge through the dusty A building.

"108. 108. 108." My mind echoes. If my eyes weren't glued to the schedule ahead of me I probably would've noticed that I skipped the classroom. I mentally scold myself and back up to the door next to the metal plate reading, "A108". The teacher stood against the door frame and sent a smile my way.

"You must be one of my students. I'm Mrs. Leblanc. And you are?"

"Hannah Riddick," I finished her sentence with slight hesitation. For the monsters that math teachers are made out to be, she seems awfully nice. I walk into the class, quickly scanning the room over. The desks had index cards pasted to the corner with period numbers written on each line, perpendicular to the student names.    

"Wow. What am I 12?" I found my desk next to a girl named Tabatha. I couldn't figure anything about her right way, there wasn't any defined energy radiating off of her other than pure boredom, which makes sense. She had long brunette hair that cascaded down her shoulders and framed her face that was dotted with freckles. Almost like how stars spread across a night sky, I swear if you connected them you could create a couple constellations. The thing that caught my eye was a "221B Baker Street" pin clinging to the top pocket of her school bag.

"I love your pin." I said in a whisper, desperate to befriend someone who watches my nerd shows. Her head picked up off the desk with a jolt and she sent me a glare through her viridian eyes.

"You know what it's from?" She spit the words out like they were cyanide. I was taken aback by her response, but I understand why she said what she did; half the time when people point out a reference, they point it out because it looks cool. Not because they get where it's from. The reference clicked in my head, and I knew the origin. I almost wanted to quote it to show that I understood. Then the other side of my mind thought being too talkative wouldn't be a good first impression on a teacher. I stumbled over my words, forming a response.

"W-Well yeah. It's from Sherlock. I watched through the series last year. It's one of my favorites." Her expression took a complete turn, almost like the previous comment came out of the mouth of a whole other person.

"Really? You watch Sherlock too? Oh my gosh this is fantastic! No one else I know watches it." We quickly became carried away in our rants about the cliffhanger of season three and our theories.

"Okay guys. Welcome to your first class of your junior year experience! You look like a great group of young ladies and gentlemen. This should be a great year." Mrs. Leblanc stated, her words dripping with enthusiasm.

"Ha...I should've been the one who jumped off that building," she commented in my direction, giggling slightly under her breath.

Yeah. This should be a great year.