I walk into Math 2 right before the bell rings. I look for an empty seat, and see one in the back beside a nice looking girl with brown hair tied up in a high ponytail. I don't like strangers, but I can use magic later to see if she's anything terrible. I sit next to her and pull out my laptop, spare paper, pencils, and colored pens.
"What's your name, Blondie," she asks looking me over. I was used to being pointed out by my dirty blonde hair, so I calmly reply, "Heather Finnick, you?" She squints her eyes and gasps "You're the girl who doesn't care about reputations here!" I blink taken aback I take in a breath about to ask what she meant, when the teacher spoke from behind me
"You do realise everything is on the computer now?"
"Not my notes," I respond curtly. He laughs as if I was the comedian of the year.
"Oh honey, this is the 21st century, notes are extinct." That was when I made a comment that affected my teacher- made exams.
"You must not be a very good teacher then." His eyes grew big, and he turned on his heel and went through the introduction to Math 2.
"Before it was a theory, now it has been confirmed," the girl whispered "Amelia, by the way," she stuck out her hand, and I shook it, deciding that she was going to be an interesting friend.
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Being Me
RandomIt's hard being Heather Finnick, not just because I'm not popular, or because I'm still obsessed with stuffed animals, but because I'm a witch in training... but the other things help too.
