Starry Eyed

Chapter Four

Chapter Four

The first class I'd been sorted into was Level Five English, which was actually pretty spectacular. Each class was streamed through grades received on tests previously held before the start of first term- all of the hopeful future boarders had sat an exam for each subject to see if they deserved to be in the school. If you got in, those results were used to stream you into a class, Level One being the lowest and Level Five being the highest for each subject. Five, for me as a wannabe writer, was a great score for the future. I mean... it was as high as the classes could go.

I sauntered into the classroom feeling pretty proud of myself, all high and mighty with close to perfect results on my test. I probably jinxed myself in that class by thinking it was going to be all fun and games for me, because the moment I walked in, I was interrogated by Kim herself.

"What the hell are you doing here?" She snarled, her silky curtain of hair whipping across her face as she leapt out of her chair. I was one of the first people there again. I seemed to be acting like a real nerd today.

"I'm in this class, Kim," I glared, my voice laced with venom. Maybe we just got off on the wrong foot, but to put it bluntly, I thought the girl was a downright bitch. In fact, I almost pitied Star for having to room with her.

"How does that work?" Kim raised her eyebrows, screwing up her nose. I scowled angrily. I was already sick of her, and we'd lasted about ten seconds.

"I don't know, perhaps I'm just more intelligent than you."

"Unless you're Einstein, I doubt that's even possible."

"How would you know? I might be his cousin."

"Still, there's no way the likes of you could be smarter than me," Kim sneered cockily.

"Are you dissing me, or just being way up yourself?" I asked, raising my eyebrows. She rolled her eyes.

"See, if you were 'intelligent'," she made little quotation marks with her fingers. "You'd know the answer to that question."

I narrowed my eyes at her. Geez, this girl was driving me off my rocker.

"I wouldn't have had to ask that question if you were 'intelligent' enough not to bitch and moan about my level of genius," I retorted, folding my arms and smirking. Now that was a good comeback.

"Oh really? And what level's that?"

"Level Five, apparently," I replied smugly. Kim rolled her eyes again and flounced back to her desk, right up in the teacher's face. I felt sorry for the teacher.

A couple more people trotted into the room, blue text books in arms, and I spotted a whip of blonde hair across the room. Star sauntered over and claimed the seat next to me. She's wearing a pair of patterned skinny jeans and a knitted, oversized sweater. Damn, she's a real hipster today.

"Why, hello, Luca. I'm certain neither of us expected to see one another in this building."

"You're sounding very high and mighty today," I laughed.

"It's my regal voice. I'm practising for the day I'm crowned as Queen of the Galaxy," Star grinned. It took me a moment, but I caught on.

"Oh! Ha ha, very funny."

"I am aware, good sir," she laughed. A smile crept onto my lips. Her hair smelt like apple shampoo.

I liked that we'd only met yesterday, in a dazed moment of me losing myself amongst the hallways (and her), but had clearly made such an impression on one another that we were now already talking away like best friends. It was nice being able to settle in with someone like that- especially when their hair smelt like apple shampoo.