"So will you tell me your name now?" Tim asks you. You stop looking at some graffiti on the ground. You look at Tim and face his question. You stare just above his nose, to avoid looking him in the eye. It's a bad habit that you have adapted to, possibly from lying to people. Your eyebrows suddenly turn upside down, "What do you want from me?" you say. No you don't ask him what he wants. You tell him. Tim's face blushes, slowly turning redder, and redder. Now his eyebrows are turning upside down, "Why are you acting like that? Why can't you be normal? You think I'm trying to be nice to you? I honestly couldn't care less" Tim's mouth stays open, making sure you understand that he is not done yet. You take in his words, but your face doesn't show any sign of fear. Possibly because you're used to having loud arguments. Tim keeps firing questions at you, like a machinegun. "You know why I'm doing this? Why i'm being nice? Why i'm trying to be your friend? Because if I dont find out anything about you, my parents are going to get a phone call from Miss Briggs, and then I'm going to get expelled. So can you please tell me your name?" Tim's face has reached its peak, his mouth is still open, but he is waiting for a response. Sweat slides down the side of his face from his long blonde hair, you understand that Tim's machinegun has overheated and he isn't going to say anything until you do. You take a breath. "You think I care about you? I have my own problems. You think starting a new school is easy? You think repeating year nine is fun for me? I didn't ask for you to talk to me. Go and tell Miss Briggs whatever you want, I don't care. I don't care if your parents get a phone call and I don't care if you get expelled. They're your problems, fix them yourself" You finish your sentence in anger, not knowing how to continue. You and Tim look at eachother, both of you are red in the face. The bell rings signalling last period.Tim turns around and walks back towards the classroom to collect his things, you do the same. You show up late to last period, Miss Briggs gestures for you to wait at the door while she is talking to the full classroom. After she finishes her speech, she signals you to come in. "Students i'm sure you have all met our new student" Miss Briggs announces. You stand next to her, looking stupid, you wish you were somewhere else. "Now who can tell me something about our new student?" Miss Briggs searches the classroom for someone who has their hand up to answer her question, there are no hands up. "Okay, well then i'll just choose a student at random. Hmm Tim! Tim please stand up and tell me somethings about our new student" Miss Briggs smiles at Tim, she was a very small figure, she looked middle aged, but you could see a few grey hairs in between the frizziness of her thick black bun. Tim rises up from his seat, no smirk on his face anymore. You are not surprised. "Tim what is the new kids name?" Miss Briggs asks with a big smile to try and lighten up the mood. Her smile didn't make a difference the room only got darker, Tim licked his lips. "His name is Todd" he answerd, "And he likes Eminem" You smirk, your name is not Todd, and you don't know who Eminem is. "Very good Tim!" Miss Briggs congratulates him. "Well Todd, welcome to your new school. I'm sure you'll make lots and lots of friends here! I'm your year coordinator Misses Briggs and I will teach most of your classes. Now go and take a seat so we can continue this lesson" You pose a fake smile at Miss Briggs, before searching for a seat. There's only one seat left, and it's alongside Tim. You take the seat, this school isn't like any of your old schools. It's one of those weird one's where there aren't many students in the grade, where one teacher teachers all your classes. You put your bag ontop of your desk, bury your head into it, so you can try and escape the world you're in.
