I'll Fly Someday

Chapter 3

Peace and Introductions

I explored around the school enough to catch the jist of where everything is according to the map. Sure it look half the period to get this down, but who am I to care? I headed around the C building and found my first period, chemistry. When I opened the door, the smell of Kleenex envelopes my mind. Everyone turned their heads to look at me in confusion of my appearance here. The lady in front of the whiteboard walked towards me with a smile. "Lyza Breamer?" She asked.

I smiled back with a nod. She introduced herself to me as Mr. Raven and gave me a large fat notebook. "It's only the second week of school but we have a lot of thing to do. I printed out copies of our previous notes so you shouldn't have much problem." I thanked her and she introduced me to the class. Before she can lead me to my assigned seat, some students questioned about me and my whereabouts. I had no choice but to answer them happily. First impressions are important.

"Where are you from?"
"Nebraska."

Why you move here?"
"My mom wanted a change of scenery."

"What sport are you planning to join?"
"I haven't decided."

"Enough." Ms. Raven intervened. "We need to get this class rolling." She tapped my shoulder then pointed at the last table of the middle row, some guy sat there alone. "Cole will be your partner for this semester. I hope you two get along."

I nodded and head over to sit. I was so happy when he didn't bother to take notice of my presence. I placed the notebook on the table and took a pencil from my backpack. I tried to concentrate on what Ms. Raven said, but I couldn't. I learned this already in my previous school. Or was that from cram school? I sighed and glanced over at my partner. He was scribbling down everything the teacher was saying without having to look up. Wow, a genuine honor student, I thought to myself.

I examined his appearance. Neat black hair, perfect tan skin, black eyes, and just painfully attractive. He's got the looks and, and maybe, the brains. I sighed. He's probably the child mom would've been pleased to have. I felt a tap on my elbow. A small, neatly folded piece of paper laid there. Cole points at it before continuing to write down notes. I opened it. It read: Be quiet. Stop sighing. I can't concentrate. Glad I'm not the only one. I just wrote down sorry and slid it over for him to just glance over and leaned on the table.

The painful hours of class ended. I stashed away papers in the notebook given to me to work at home and left for the A building. A2, the art room. I was only ten meters away from the door and I could already smell paint and dried clay. I entered the room to find most students were already on the floor, painting or whatever with their art kits. Soft, soothing music played in the background giving me a happy light atmosphere. The teacher was sitting at her desk, painting a mountain with obscure colors. I tapped her shoulder to catch her attention.

She looked at me in confusion before a smile grew on her face. "Ah, Lyza, am I right?" I just smiled with a nod. "Alright, since your new, I guess I'll just give you an introduction. I'm Mrs. Reagan. Today we're having a project to start of the fabulous week. It's called Inspiration." she said with jazz hands. "But don't go thinking it's like this every week. The theme changes." She points at an empty space near a bookshelf, right under where the clock hung. "Why don't you have a seat there and I'll get your supplies?" I laughed with a nod and followed her orders.

Everyone diverted their eyes when I glance at them. I couldn't tell whether or not they're looking at me or the clock overhead. A blonde girl hopped by me when the bell rang. She had plain blue eyes which was complemented by her blue eyeliner and silver eyeshadow. Her cheeks were light pink. She had on EXTREMELY pink lipgloss. She had a nice face but her makeup didn't fit well with her pink pastel shirt and white pants.

"Hi there." She giggled. "I'm Annabelle, but you can call me Anna for short."
I smiled back. "I'm Lyza."
"Lyza?" She said with surprise. "That's a weird but nice name."
I shrugged. "Thanks, I guess."

Ms. Reagan walked over with a wooden box and a sketch pad. "Alright, now that you're a member of our class, you have to have your own supplies." She hands over the sketch pad and box, which came with it's own strap.

"Thank you." I gasped, pulling them towards me like a bucket of gold.

Mr. Reagan glances at Anna and her smile grew to a grin. "I see you've met Anna. She's a good person." She looks over at Anna with a toothy grin. "Make sure our new friend her doesn't get lost, okay?"

Anna giggled and held out a thumbs up. "No problem." Once the teacher walked away, Anna started to explain the use of everything in the wooden art set. I'm an artist myself, but hey, let the little blondie knock herself out. No harms done to get her a little excited, is there? That's what I thought, when she suddenly started blubbering colorful words.

"Where did the school fund all this?" I asked after the long explanation.

"Our school likes to get sponsors by sucking up companies' asses." Anna giggled. I just laughed, even though I felt like her composure changed. She started cussing. She didn't do that when Ms. Reagan was around.

"How stupid." I giggled.

"Yeah. I heard that Mr. Westling had to sugar up to some old ass guy to get some sponsors for the football team." she giggled with a mischievous grin. "Seriously, these people are as low as fucking rats."

I knew it. She was one of those two-faced people. Plastic people, as my previous towns people called them. I wonder how long this ridiculous facade of her's would last.