Who Am I

The New Boy - Saturday

     I walked into our old middle school with half its windows shuttered and shattered, then headed into the English class. I chose a desk in the back corner of the class so I could read. Settling down in the plastic chairs i stuck my nose in my book and kept reading while the rest of the class filed in. The teacher, Ms.Chistein, began our day my announcing to the class we had a new student. This caught my attention so I reluctantly put my book down and redirected my attention to the figure walking in the door. Ms. Chistein continued," This is October he came from..."
     "Ireland," he continued for her. I noticed how he had soft dimples when he spoke and he had freckles spattered all over his tanned skin. He looked around while running a hand through his black locks and then winked a me. I quickly put my head down and used my thick mop of hair as a curtain that I hoped covered the majority of my now scarlet face.
     "October there's an empty desk in the back beside Saturday you can use," Ms. Chistein explained.
     "Great, thanks," he replied as he sauntered over the where I was sitting with his hands in the pockets of his torn black jeans.
     Ms. Chistein continued talking but I wasn't listening I was thinking about why he had to sit beside me why couldn't I have chosen another desk today. My pity party was interrupted when i heard a warm voice chuckle and say," No, it's alright Saturday said she'd get me all caught up." I snapped my head up and glared at October who clearly thought he owned the place, but then I couldn't stop looking at him with his gorgeous eyes that were like leaves in the fall; they were yellow and orange like fire with little greenish yellow specks surrounded by the longest and darkest lashes. I realized I was staring and snapped my head back to my book.
     " Okay, great thanks Saturday! You too can go out in the hall and get all caught up then," Ms. Chistein said to us.
     Then I heard them again the voices. They were so high pitched I could barely hear them, they sounded like the tinkling of glass. But there they were,"ooh he's a cute one isn't he." "Hard to get mad at one like that isn't it" "Come on Saturday seize the moment. Were they talking to me? Could anybody else hear them? Suddenly worried the rest of the class had heard the voices too I shot out of my chair, almost knocking it over in the process, and stormed over to the door.

Sorry for the short chapters lately. I find it hard to write long ones. What do think about October and Saturday? Let me know.