I am at school. I'm now a junior, in high school. I can do this. I can do this.
I walk to where my homeroom is supposed to be (I checked online last night).
I arrive at the door of my homeroom. Oh my gosh, I can't do this, I can't do this.
My hands break out into a nervous sweat. Oh, God. Sweating through my hands. Humans are so weird. My phone vibrates. It's Katherine.
Katherine: hi! What homeroom do u have?????
Me: morris
Me: wbu
Katherine: OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG
Me: what
Katherine: OUR HOMEROOMS ARE RIGHT NEXT TO EACH OTHER
Katherine: i have walker!
I was about to type in the thumbs up emoji, but I could hear Katherine's voice breaking through everybody's conversations. "HEY LUNA!"
A few heads turned to us.
I forced a smile. "Hey Katherine," I waved.
Katherine grinned and put both of her hands on her face like the shocked emoji on the iPhone. She made a quiet scream, "I can't believe that our homerooms are so close!"
"Yeah," I nod, and check what time it is on my phone. 7:50.
The bell rang and now I'm separated from my overly hyperactive friend. The teacher doesn't give us assigned seats. Thank God the seats are in rows and have spaces between them.
I sit in the back left corner. A few band kids come in, air playing their instruments like they're actually there. After the band kids, a flock of jocks and cheerleaders come in.
Shoot. It's the kids from Walmart. But luckily, only half of the swarm is there.
I quickly hide my face with my abnormally long sleeve, and turn the other way.
I hear more kids come in, not paying attention what clique they're in.
After everyone settles down in their seats, I notice the person sitting in front of me. It's a guy, of course. His hair is the color of a raven. He looks to the side, and I see that his eyes are a weird green. I look back down at my desk.
Apparently, his friend is sitting in the next row, next to me. They talk to each other about school and blah blah blah. I'm not listening. Suddenly, their conversation stops, and there's an awkward pause. Then I realize they're staring at me. "Oh sorry, what?" I say. Great job, I congratulate myself. Great first words on the first day. Now they probably think I'm a deaf weirdo. But then again, it's sort of true.
"What's your name? And by the way, I'm Levi," the guy with the weird green eyes says.
"And I'm Drake," Levi's friend says as he grins flirtatiously at me.
I look back at Levi to see how he reacts, and there's a twinkle of amusement in his eyes.
Oh that's just wonderful. Not. "I'm Luna." I look down at my desk, not wanting to look at either of them.
"Cool," I hear both of them say spontaneously. They start laughing mildly.
"So--" Levi gets cut off by the teacher who walks in.
"HELLO!" A man with gray sweats on walks in. He looks about four feet and five inches. His hair looks like it's starting to peel off. His nose is abnormally small, as if it got stomped on by an elephant, and stopped growing when he was a kid.
This is our teacher? He looks like a dwarf/man/monkey, and he has a voice like there's a megaphone next to his mouth.
The room fell silent, but a few snickers echoed across the room.
"I KNOW THAT I AM SHORT. OK!? SO LAUGH ALL YOU WANT!" he waddles to the front of the room. "OK SO FOR THOSE WHO DIDN'T PRINT OUT THEIR SCHEDULE LAST NIGHT ONLINE, THAT'S OKAY BECAUSE I HAVE ALL YOUR SCHEDULES RIGHT HERE!" he waves his right hand that's holding a chunk of mini papers. "I WILL CALL YOUR NAME, AND YOU WILL COME UP TO GET YOUR SCHEDULE! OKAY!?" his voice cracked, and a wave of giggles rippled through the room.
He called out our names alphabetically, by last name. Then, he finally reached the C's and called out my name. "LUNA CORDULA!"
I stood up and walked to the front of the room. I could feel everyone's eyes digging into my neck. I heard some faint whispers and giggles from where the jerks, oh I mean jocks and cheerleaders were. When I got my schedule, and walked back, I gave them a death stare.
I sat down, and Levi turned around, his eyes filled with pity, "Just ignore them," he said in a low voice, then turned back around.
I sighed quietly. This was going to be a terrible year.
