Wave-ing Goodbye

Chapter twenty-seven: Classes

He's kind of hard to miss with his bright red hair. Michel Cwiffy, the most popular guy in this whole school. If you're friends with him, you're automatically one of the most popular people in the school.

Compared to some people, I'm quite liked and on the popular side, but to Michael, I'm nothing.

I scan the rest of the class and spot Carl. He finally meets my gaze and motions me to sit down. We're in the second row and a girl with beautiful blonde hair is sitting in front of me

Suddenly a loud voice causes the students to go silent. "Morning class! I'm Mrs. Hedgers, and I'll be your math teacher."

Mrs. Hedgers is maybe in her mid forty's, has short red hair, and glasses. "Will everyone go around the room and say their names?"

She looks at a girl with short dark hair and glasses and motions for her to start.

"Jessie"

"Kasey"

"Julia"

"Johnny"

"Alejandro"

Next the teacher pointed at the girl directly in front of me.

"Lucy"

"Riley" I said with a smile.

"Carl"

"Matt"

"Donald Trump"

"Moby dick"

"Micheal" A loud confident voice boomed. I heard some girls in the back giggling.

When everyone was done saying their names Mrs. Hedgers went over the rules of the class, and after a long fifty minutes the class was over. Off too Spanish.

For Spanish I was really exited, when I scanned the room, not only was Calum in it, so was Ellie! I rushed over to where they were sitting and smiled, as Ellie gave me a big hug and Calum shot me a wink. When the fifty minutes were up I rushed to my locker, my fingers intertwined with Calums. There was Hazel and Carl standing right where they said they would be. I quickly hugged them both and we made down way down to lunch.

The Cafeteria was hell, just like last year. On the first day of school you have to choose a wise table ,and people you know you won't move on from, because once you sit down, there is no turning back. I look at each lunch table,

lunch table 1. cheer leaders

2. football players

3. sluts

4. empty table

5. emo kids

6. band geeks

7. nerds

8. empty table

9. hard core rockers

10. middle class

11. middle class

12. dumb kids

Unfortunately all the middle class tables are taken, so we walk to the table between the sluts and the emo kids. Ellie, Hazel, and I all grab our 'lovers' by the hands when we come to the table. The guys sit their backs too the emo's and the girls sit their backs too the sluts, making sure they stay away from our men.

Lunch was fun and most of the kids left us alone to chat and have a decent time. The bell rang and everyone in the cafeteria sighed. I waved goodbye to the group and headed to the bath room to check how awful I looked.

I stare at the mirror, fixing any hairs out of place, and and makeup that has rubbed off, then suddenly I hear silent sniffles. I peer under the stalls to find a girl, from what I can see, On her knees. Her head's facing the toilet and there seems to be blood dripping from her onto the floor.

"Hello?" I whisper.