God! The first day at a new school and I'm already making a horrible impression of myself! I'm already late! I'm ten minutes late to be exact! This school is huge and the map they provided me doesn't help at all. There's nobody in the halls to help me! And I've been walking for what seems like forever!
As I came to a stop just right beside a bench, I put my bag down and huffed. It was DEAD silent in the halls. I grabbed the map and examined it some more. I swear I followed the map accordingly! I just can't seem to find the History room!
"Bruh. You look so lost right now!" A voice said from behind me and I turned my head to see a guy, looking stoned as ever.
His eyes were blood shot and he looked pale as a ghost. Nevermind the fact that he reeks of weed. I looked away from him slowly and down at the map before back up at him again. He just stood there with a small smile and eyes that stayed glued onto me. His head was tilted a little and I have to admit, if he wasn't high off his ass he may actually make a decent looking guy.
He reached forward and grabbed my map, giving it a good hard look over before throwing it onto the ground.
"You really don't need a map. Your History class is just right there." He pointed down the hall and I looked to see a sign with the word "HISTORY" hanging from the ceiling. My jaw dropped suddenly and I mentally facepalmed myself. What the heck!
I turned to thank the guy, but then he was gone. Like as if he was never there. I looked around and there seemed to be no evidence that he was here. I bent down to pick up my map and shoved it into my bag. According to the clock I still had forty minutes left of this block, so I rushed to the classroom. I'm here!
I entered the classroom and everybody was working on something. The teacher turned to look at me and motioned for me to go to him so I did.
"Renee, correct?" I nodded.
"Got lost?" I nodded again.
He smiled and handed me a booklet.
"This is what we'll be working on for the whole semester." He said as he pointed at the booklet. He then handed me a textbook.
"This is the textbook we'll be using. Off you go!"
I sighed and looked around the classroom. The only available spot was the one in the back corner, but hey, it was a window seat! I quickly made my way to the available seat and sighed contently as soon as I sat down. The classroom was full of loud talking. I was never one to easedrop on a conversation, but there was one in particular that caught my attention. It was just a few tables away from where I sat. There was a group of five talking about a guy to whom sounded very familiar based on the information given.
"Oh he's always high! No joke! After all, he does provide the goods at our parties!" The brunette girl spoke.
"Yeah, well, it's nice to not be high once in awhile. How does he even stand it? If I tried, I'd end in a very bad headache!" The blonde guy responded.
"He's used to it! His dad was a drug dealer before he got arrested. He basically grew up high off his ass." The brunette spoke again.
"Callaghn is one badass."
Callaghn. So that's his name. Suits him quite well actually.
"After all, Callaghn does work for me."
I shook my head and blocked out their conversation after that. It was getting a little awkward and I wasn't really interested in the illegal stuff.
Twenty minutes had passed and all I've done was easedrop on conversations and getting little to no work done. I sighed to myself and looked out the window. So far, the first day of school was not going so well for me. It was such a beautiful day today and yet we're all stuck inside doing work.
Suddenly, the sound of a pencil tapping on a desk pulled me out of my thoughts and I turned my head to the person beside me. He had headphones on and tapping his pencil to the beat of whatever song was playing. My right eye twitched as the tapping became louder in my ears. Then the sound of a pen clicking over and over jumped in. If there's one thing that bothers me the most; it's repetitive tapping of pencils and clicking of pens.
Oh god, please let this end!
Please let this block end, please!
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Silence
Novela JuvenilI was just turning 14 when the weight on my shoulders had finally lifted. Although, I wasn't sure if it was for the better or for worse. On the pro side, I was given the opportunity to start over and I took it. On the con side, I lost my older broth...
