Reporting from Yours Truly

I've realized that my school is like something from a book or a T.V. drama.

Kate the nerd has seduced the school's bad boy, whats-his-face, that girl who wears platforms 24/7 and wears as much makeup as a person can just broke up with her jock boyfriend who pisses me off every time he opens his mouth, the quiet girl who does nothing but read has fallen head-over-heels in love with our one and only too-cool-for-school prick, and we even have a whole band Romeo and orchestra Juliet thing going on! It's hilarious how every time someone mentions the couple in front a music member they start fuming about how the other's not good enough for someone in their group.

I'm beginning to wonder why I'm the main character. Maybe it's because I think that I may be the only sane one in this whole school? Next thing you know my class is gonna get all of the transfer students and I'm gonna be moved next to the window.

I forgot to mention this didn't I: I'm a guy, I'm 17 -yeah, that cliche number-, I don't think I'm that bad looking, I'm also thin, not like starved nor fit but skinny-ish, and I am currently sitting between two makeup monsters who love to pass notes to each other. Oh, here's one. 

I'm surprised it's not folding into some intricate swan or something like they usually do. I could read this one without being a creep! Actually, that was creepy enough as it is... It read:

I hear we're gettin sum new studnts! I hope they're hot guys!!

I TOTALLY CALLED IT. I SO CALLED IT.

Anyways, jeez learn to spell girl! I passed it on to makeup monster #2 and frowned when she started frantically scribbling something down. I know that they have their expensive IPhones so why don't they just text?! It's annoying doing this every other second and getting in trouble when they catch me. You may be wondering exactly I do this. It because, well, highheels hurt when stabbed into your unexpecting foot only covered by your black converse. I'm doing for my poor feet. Oh, a reply. 

Totes!! they comin today?

Today? A reply already from MM (makeup monster) #1!

Yeah I'm glad I wore this outfit 2day!!

I passed it on just as the bell rang. Next class:  HELL!!! Nah, just math. But it pretty close. 

"ANDREW, WAIT UP!!!!!!!!!" I hear my brother yell at me. Oh yeah. My name is Andrew Black and my brother Peter and I are twins. Fraternal twins though. We look nothing alike.

"No way Peter!" I sped up.

Peter had light brown hair while I have jet black hair, he's tan while I'm pale as paper, he's fit while I'm just skinny, his eyes are blue while mine are amber, and he's all popular while people are like "YOU EXIST?!" to me. The strangest thing is that we like the same stuff and we're actually pretty close.

"Come on Andrew,  that's mean. How can you walk that fast anyways?" Peter was slightly panting by the time he caught up with me.

"I don't know. Maybe you're just slow?" I asked smiling. At least we had math together. Otherwise we never saw each other. Except for lunch, but he's always with his friends at that time.

"So, what did they fold it into today?" Peter asked. He knew about my note passing adventures.

"Nothing surprisingly. I got to read it today! Apparently our class is getting some new students." We walked into the classroom and I saw Ms.Jane glare at me. I glare back.

She hates me by the way. I hate her too. We have a mutual feeling hate that keeps her from trying to kill everyone else. But no one recognizes that I save them from her wrath since she takes it all out on me. I don't really mind since she looks about as threatening as a wet kitten when she's mad and it hilarious. Seriously. 

"You guys need to stop doing that. One day you'll throw a chair in her face. You know you actual temper is short." Peter sighed and we sat down. We chose to sit next to each other on Peter's insistence because, I quote "I can't leave you alone to socialize and scare people." Yeah, he's really nice, don't you think? 

"Hey, you're spacing out." Peter waved a hand in front of my face. Ms.Jane calls our attention to the front of the class.

"We have a new student. Introduce yourself." She ordered the guy in front. He wasn't tan or anything, but he wasn't pale either. His hair was black, like mine, but his was almost blue or something.  He was about as tall as me, he wasn't fit nor was he skinny but he wasn't fat...  His eyes were really green... I mean, like emerald or something... I sound weird, don't I?

"I'm Jasper Mars." He stated and went to take his seat. Mistake one.