The school appears in my sight, and I suddenly feel my anxious nerves kicking in. Walking to the front entrance, all heads turns towards me. Some giving me disgusted looks, some with blank faces, some with smiles, and some with judgmental eyes. Keeping my head low, I open the grand doors and walk inside.
The first thing that caught my eyes was the receptionist lady at the front desk, typing away on her computer keyboards.
"Umm h-hi, my names Claudia Jones and I'm new here?" I managed to stutter out. Looking up with a bored facial expression, she continues typing on her keyboard, as if she didn't notice me. Just as I was about to speak up, she handed me 2 sheets of papers.
"Here is your schedule, locker, and combination code. The other is a map of the school." She states with boredom. "You may go now."
After she speaks, I blink a few times and grab the papers still in her hands and start walking to who knows where.
Looking down at both my map and schedule, I realized that the map does show me where I am, and that I am completely lost at this point.
"205. Here goes nothing." I muttered to myself, finally making it to my first period. Raising my fist, I knock on the door twice. The door swings open, and a lady in her mid 30s appears at the door with a bright smile.
"Hi! You must be Claudia Jones, our new student?" She smiles, as I mutter a 'Yes I am.'
"Great! I'm Ms.Karen and I'm your English Language Arts teacher! C'mon in!" I can tell she is a very nice and bubbly teacher, and I'm guessing that everyone loves her. Stepping into her classroom, I stand by the door awkwardly not knowing where to sit.
"So, why don't you state your name and a little background of yourself." Walking to the center of the room, I fiddle with the hem of my sweater before clearing my throat.
"My name's Claudia. I am 17 years old, I used to live in Detroit Michigan, and I am a straight A student." Silence filled the classroom for a few seconds as I waited for Ms.Karen to assign me my seat.
"Oh! Right, well you can choose to sit in the open desk at the front, or the desk way in the back. There's a student that never shows up, and sits in the back, but I doubt he'll show up unless the school monitors catches him, so you may choose." with no hesitation I obviously choose to sit in the back.
I basically zoned out though the whole class, as Ms.Karen teaches the other students. Halfway through the class, Ms.Karen says she needs to go to the bathroom, and she 'trusts' us to not do anything stupid since we're seniors.
As soon as she leaves, paper balls are flown around the room, and their chatters fills up the room. Not knowing what to do as I awkwardly sit there, I turn my attention to the side, looking out of the big the windows cherishing the fall trees. They're so pretty! How did I not notice them this mor- My thoughts are cut short when there is a loud slam from the door.
My head snaps to the front of the room expecting Ms.Karen. Instead, all I see is an attractive blonde haired guy with a blank expression standing at the front of the room, scanning the room. When his eyes land on me, a sly smirk starts to creep on his lips.
My heart beats rapidly as goosebumps form on my body when he starts walking towards me, and I stare at him. I wonder what his hair feels like, I thought. As I feel my hand slowly start raising, I stop myself and look back up at him. He is now looking down at my small figure sitting in the desk.
"Hey gorgeous." His voice sounds so husky and manly, but also like silk to me. "But you're in my seat," he smirks, placing both his palms on the desk.
"I'm sorry, but I don't see your name on it," I sassed even before my brain can function what is currently happening. Oh lord help me!
"Alright. Let me rephrase this princess. You move or I move you." he raises his brows, as if waiting for me to choose. I huff out in annoyance as I cross my arms and look out the window ignoring him. Maybe if I ignore him he'll le-
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Fragile (UNDER REVISIONS)
Teen Fiction"How can you love someone so-so broken?" My voice cracked as I looked up at Kaleb. Kaleb pins me to the wall, as a whimper escapes my mouth. "Who says I can't?" He raises his brows with a smirk painted onto his face. Suddenly, Kaleb grabs my face...
