𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑, luke hemmings

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER TWO
— SAMANTHA —

I slipped into the history class, a bit flustered because I was pretty late. Most of the other children were already there, so not many good seats are left. I spotted Dustin at the front of the class, flexing in the middle of a crowd of girls. So much for Abby, I thought, rolling my eyes.

I sit in the second row. Nobody else is really sitting down, they're socializing with their friends about their summer. But unlike them, I don't really have any friends. I feel like I'm introverted yet extroverted at the same time.

I pull out my book that I was kind of forced to read and turn to the last page I was on, and start reading. Reading doesn't usually get me excited, and it still doesn't... it's just that for once, one had actually grabbed my attention. It's not long, however, until Dustin heads over to me. "Hey, Sam," he smiles and I jump, I wasn't expecting him to be there.

"Oh, uh... hey, Dustin," I put my bookmark back into the book and look up at him. "What are you doing here? And what do you want... can't you see I'm a little busy?"

He sits down in the seat next to me. "Is this seat taken?" He asked, totally ignoring my question.

"It is now," I mumbled under my breath, but I simply responded with a fake smile on my face, "Nah, it isn't." 

"Good, although, I would've sat here anyway." He raises his eyebrows at me.

I roll my eyes again, throwing up in my mouth a little bit."What do you even want?" I asked. "If you don't mind, I'm trying to read here..."

"Oh, right," Dustin smiles. "Just trying to be friendly." He leans a little closer to me, looking at the book. "What are you reading?"

"There's no use in me telling you. I bet you don't even know a word in the book," I snap at him.

"Wow. I is hurt," he says mockingly, putting a hand on his chest in a teasing way and leaning back in his seat.

At that moment, the teacher walked in, holding a gigantic briefcase and pushing his round spectacles up his nose.  "Hello, class, I'm Mr. Brown and I'm going to be your history teacher this year." He walks over to the desk and places his stuff down. "What was that? Did I hear 'What's history about?' Great question!"

"Nobody said that..." Someone mutters, but Mr. Brown doesn't pay attention to that vibe killing comment.

"Well, history's basically about the study of our past life.. basically, our history! Ha, ha... Can I get an amen?"

The class is silent, and we're all exchanging glances with one another. It's going to be a very interesting year.

"Oh... Never mind that, then." Mr. Brown adjusts his tie, clears his throat,and looks around the classroom uneasily. "How many of you guys have older siblings? Some of you look quite like them."

A few hands go up. "Yeah, yeah, I figured. So, class, since it's the first day of school, I guess we'll do some icebreaker activities, and then we'll go straight into the curriculum starting tomorrow." He took a swig from the coffee cup he was holding. "So, we'll start by introducing ourselves. I'll go first. I'm Blake Brown, but you guys call me Mr. Brown, although I'd probably respond to Blake anyways, since it's my name and I'm used to it. I enjoy playing sports, when I'm not teaching."

"What sports do you play?" Dustin questioned, sitting up in his seat a little.

"Football, soccer, and basketball," he replied. "And a little golf. Not as boring as it seems!" Mr. Brown looked around again. "Anyone else want to go?"