The UnBeautiful

The UnBeautiful :Chapter 6

The UnBeautiful: Chapter 6

I slowly walked to my first period. I honestly hated my first period. Not because the subject, no if I understood the subject then I would actually like it but I don't 'cause I don't understand. I'm a slow learner, and Mr. Anderson didn't understand that.

I realized I was now standing in front of my classroom. Great. Room 203 the room of spanish learners. I sighed and opened the half ton door almost pulling a muscle. I scanned the room to find my seat and just my luck someone was in it. Ugh find your own damn seat! I may hate this class but my ass sits in that seat every damn day! I walked to my seat ready to grab his arm and throw his ass out of my seat. I seriously don't need this. But, once I got closer to the person in my seat I realized he was new.

"Um excuse me ." I interrupted him drawing . He looked up from his notebook and the world freaking slowed down when his eyes met mine. Mis soft blue eyes scanned my face and he kindly smile. Aw shit I can't yell at him! "Um you're kinda in my seat.." I blushed. Man he was cute. Like not insanely hot but ,cute.

"Oh .. sorry the teacher told me to sit here...here I'll move" he started to get up but I stopped him. "Nah its fine don't worry about it, I'll just sit here. See problem solved." I sat at the desk right next to his. Well I hope Brock doesn't come today 'cause I'm not planning on moving.

Mr. Anderson started the class by making us take notes. After 20 minutes of that we had to answer questions. I was really bad at spanish so this was difficult for me. I set my head on my folded arms and shut my eyes. For only 3 seconds later Mr. Anderson called on me to answer the question.

"Ms. Michael please read us the passage from the book." he sat in his chair that he never left. He was a chubby man with a beer belly. His face was chubby with black glasses that framed around his eyes. He had an almost bald head. I say almost because he has some hair on the top of his head. Just a little section .

"Skip." He usually lets other people skip . But I guess not today. "No Ms. Michaels read it ...now" he pointed to the section on the page.

"umm.." i trailed off freaking out. I had no idea how to pronounce these words . Man I wish I knew . Ugh this is ridiculous.

"Ms. Micheals that says 'trabajo en la tienda por la calle.' not 'umm..' so go on read it right ." he sighed in frustration.

"Trabajo en la tie..tienda por la calle..... vendemos.... camisetas de los ....pantalones .......vaqueros .......y zapatos .....y mucho.....más..." i froze between words. But Mr. Anderson wasn't happy I read those two sentences.

He just rolled his eyes and continued.

When the bell finally rang signaling us to go to lunch i was seriously dreading going to lunch with that asshole. I still couldn't get the part where he yelled at his dad about his mom dying because of his dad. what does he mean he killed her. Did he really kill her?

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I walked down the open halls of my school. My feet slowly touched the ground not wanting to go to lunch with Austin and his cocky ways.

"Jo!" Rose shouted my nickname . I hate when people call me that but she seems to be the only one.

I turned around to see my best friend out of breath from running to catch up with me .

"Hey, where are you going The cafeteria is that way." she said pointing to the huge building down the west wing hall.

"Um well I can't I have to meet...um... someone...for something"I tried my best to lie. But she knows me too well.