Halfies

Chapter Two

Grade Nine, Again.

He sat in an empty classroom, which only had six out of the thirty chairs open. Azin didn't mind the school and it's small population however. The male had gotten sick of the variety of personalities, but a decreased in size wasn't the way to avoid that problem. His eyes looked at the rest of his classmates, two girls and three other boys. Along with a male teacher who sat upon the desk near the white board.

The teacher wasn't much at the time, obviously strict and one of those students who came from a disciplined background. His attire simple, black shoes, black pants, black shirt, black tie, and a black Pacman band. He had a mustache and a beard which fit well with his high top fade. Rectangular lens was over his dark brown eyes. Some keys jingled while the male moved to stand up and speak.

"Goodmorning, I am Mr.Simon, your teacher for grade nine." Mr. Simon said, both hands behind his back as he stood mannerly and with good posture. "I want you all to write a paragraph on who you are. Then when you're done, stand up in front of the class and read it." He said before sitting down once more.

Everyone got out their books and began to write. Azin didn't spend much time writing. Writing was something the male could do easily. Thanks to his mind which always thinks inside along with outside the box, open to any and everything in thought, along with his obsessive complex for thinking, it was an easy task. After he was done, he sat there. The male didn't want to go first and didn't.

"Ha it go, my name is Lolo." One of the male students started of, Lolo. He was the shortest one in the class, around five foot one if not four foot ten. His tone confident and with some sign of humor even though no one made any jokes. Then again, only him would start off his essay with local slang. Someone laughed, however.

He was one of those students who made the casual school clothing as cool as possible. Along with holding the title of being the class clown. The laces on his Clarks brown, the tag still on them. His pants were cuffed and lied on top of his shoes which stood on cheese bottoms. A land belt with a golden buckle slacked just a bit which allowed his pants to lay just a bit below his waist and above his hips.

The top button of his shirt unbuttoned, which gave a flash of his white tee-shirt, his tie sat on his upper chest instead of near his neck. A clean fade haircut and a little dash marked on both eyebrows. Hazel eyes, a small nose, and normal sized dark lips made up the rest of his face. All of course on top of his dark brown skin.

"Next." Mr Simon said after Lolo was done, a sigh escaped his lips before the statement. It seemed as if the two already had a bond, knowing each other.

"Hello, I'm Taya. A pleasure to meet you all today." Taya said, a bit of a smile upon her face. Her tone calm and friendly.

She was one of the students who appeared nice and friendly, and she was. However sometimes took it a bit too far, as if expecting everyone there to be feeling the same vibe or some sort of gratitude to be in her glorious presence. Her feet were small despite her voluptuous frame. She wore ballerina like shoes with white cotton socks underneath them which stretched almost to her nubby knees that complimented her nubby premature fingers that grasped onto her purple notebook. Her dress a bit shorter than what is needed, but that was average for most of the girls.

None of the boys minded the flashes of her thighs or appeared to mind, except Mr Simon of course. Her shirt hugged her skin, showing her newly developing chest as it made its transition into breasts. The girl had curly brown hair, with some tan and blonde strands, held in one with braids to the side. A happy expression she wore. Pink lips were curled into a smile after every word, hiding her blue and green braces. Freckles surrounded her fluffy cheeks, average sized nose, and brown eyes with thick eyebrows above them. Taya was one of the two light skinned people in the class.