Ericka's POV
Just as I predicted, my day was gonna suck. My English teacher doesn't know what she's doing. All she did was complain to us. Next, my geometry teacher, Mr. Bulmenkratz gave us a quiz. I suck at literally all things math. Honestly, who was the idiot who decided that mixing numbers and letters was a good idea? Anyways, I got a 25%. And he's counting it as a grade. To top it off, I bumped into some upper classmen in the hall. I barely looked up, so I didn't catch the guys face. I hope he didn't catch mine. If I had to rate this day, it would be a 2/10.
All day I've been looking forward to my 6-7th period class, Advanced Guitar. I took Guitar last year, the teacher is amazing and the class is so much fun. I've been stuck in bio for what seems like forever. My lab partner assigned to me for the first marking period is a freshman named Sean Stats. I know his brother, Greg. He's dating my ex best fiend Sammi. Sammi and I met in sixth grade. She used to be ready nice until seventh grade, where she began to wear make up and step on everyone. Our group of friends split up, and I'm not a very big fan of Sammi. I honestly don't think Sammi deserves Greg, but whatever. Sean is a nice kid, to be honest. I think I'll warm up to him once I get to know him better. I really don't fare well with strangers.
Finally, the bell rang. Fifth period was done with, and I was headed to my guitar class. I walked through the hallways, aware of my surroundings. I refused to bump into another person like I did this morning. I can't afford that kind of embarrassment, because of my social status. I'm not a popular. Everyone calls my the wallflower, and that's fine too. As long as I don't make a fool of myself, I'll be alright.
I walked through the familiar doors of the guitar room to find a not so familiar set up. The cozy carpet had been replaced by cold, tile floors. The chairs didn't have arm rests and desks, either. They were replaced by a whole bunch of chairs that were separated with no desks. Eh, the class was still good. I'd survive without the cozy setup. I looked around, only seeing a few kids from my grade. I sat near them, in the front row. Soon the bell rang and class was starting.
"Hello everyone, I'm Mr. Chambers. Obviously this is Advanced Guitar." he began. I sat back in my chair, feeling confident with this class. I've been playing guitar for three years now and I've really committed myself to playing. Now that I've been playing guitar, I've been able to write song lyrics along with the music to the song. Yes, I write songs. It's how I like to express myself since I have a hard time talking in public.
Mr. Chambers assigned us our seats, and started off the usual thing he did at the beginning of the year.
"Alright, let's start by introducing ourselves and what we do musically. And we'll star wiiiiiiiith....." his finger went all around the room as he decided who would introduce themselves first.
"Oh my God, please don't let it be me..." I thought.
"Lets start with Ericka!" well, fuck. I gave him that look, the one that's kind of like 'wait what', hoping he'd reconsider and choose someone else who had the confidence to go first. Everyone chuckled a bit. Probably because it seemed as if I were aloof.
"Caught you off guard, didn't I?" Mr. Chambers smiled at me, trying to make me less nervous than I already was. I smiled back, my dimples showing.
"My name is Ericka. Well I've been playing guitar for three years now. Uh, I write songs and... Yeah." I had introduced myself to the class. Mr. Chambers moved onto the kid to my left. I faced the kid, realizing that it was a guy. He was wearing a striped t-shirt and looked extremely confident.
"I'm Jordan. I've been playing guitar since I was in first grade." and he was done with his introduction. Seriously? He only spoke two sentences and he was already ten times better than me. Ugh, I kind of wish I was Basic Guitar. I'd feel a bit more superior there than I do here.
