Chapter 3
Serenity's P.O.V.
I sighed deeply, not believing what I was about to do. I stood there about to walk into my second period class, and I was completely dreading it. Rufus (the Vice Principal) had given me my tour along with my dad. Mr. Tarak the Principal had to leave early to ring the bell, but not with out many apologies. Rufus (he had asked me to stop calling him Mr. because it made him feel old) had given the grand tour showing me where everything was. After the tour he had given me my schedule, directions to my second period class, and then shooed me off so that he and my father could finish paper work. So here I was, in front of Mrs. Ridell's trigonometry class.
I sighed again, and put my hand on the doorknob and turned it before I could think about what I was doing.
Everything is so clean was my first thought. Lucky for me no one had noticed my entrance...including the teacher who sat at her desk writing something down. I stood in the doorway a moment determining what to do. I decided to approach the teacher and pray that she notices me, so I shuffled over to her desk and waited for her to look up at me. It took a good few seconds for her to realize my presence. She looked up with an annoyed look on her face expecting to see one of her own students who had gotten out of their seats without permission.
Upon seeing me though her expression changed to shock. "Oh my goodness! I'm sorry dear I had no idea you were there!" she exclaimed in a very sophisticated voice. Of course at their teacher's out burst the rest of the class had turned to see what had caused their teacher to apologize.I noticed immediately the very creepy looks the boys were all giving me. I remembered that same look on the gang leader's face before he raped and murdered my mother.
I shivered at the thought and then noticed that most of the girls were giving me heated glares except for a precious few. Why are the girls looking at me like that? Did I do something wrong!? I thought panicky. I turned back to the teacher to avoid the scary looks everyone was giving me. I found the teacher shuffling hurriedly through her drawers searching for some unbeknownst thing. She then found a sheet of paper and sat back down with a relieved look on her face. I continued figetting under the classes watchful gaze, and waited impatiently for the teacher to do something.
After what seemed like centuries of waiting, Mrs. Ridell finally looked up at me with a smile. "Ah you must be the new student I've been expecting you are...." she looked back down at her sheet of paper " Oh yes, you are Miss Serenity Tsukiakari is that correct?" she asked. I blushed at the attention I were being given and managed to stutter out "Uh, y-yes that's m-me" I answered.
She nearly dropped the paper when she heard my voice. She looked up and stared at me as if she were in a daze, like she had heard a truly beautiful song. I begun to fidget under her shell-shocked gaze for a long time, my mind a complete blank as to what to do. It's not the dazed part that made me uncomfortable, in fact I'm quite used to it. Its the relentless awkward silence that accompanied it. When I thought I could take no more I cleared my throat to wake her from her hypnosis.
She nearly jumped out of her chair in her embarrassment and realization that she had been star-struck by my voice. "Oh I'm so so sorry! I was being very rude!" she started to blather an excruciatingly long apology, and I realized she wasn't accustomed to being rude. "I apologize again Miss Tsukiakari I had not meant to space out like that" she said again quite out of breathe. I quickly muttered a few words of understanding saying things like "these things do happen sometimes etc.". She looked relieved at my forgiveness and it seemed to suddenly dawn on her that class was still in session. She turned an ugly beat red that did not flatter her face in the least.
I managed to look out of the corner of my eye to see that the class seemed to be waking up from their own daze as well. Mrs. Ridell then stood up jerkily, looking as if she might fall over from the sudden movement. I moved to catch her just as she nearly fell. I whispered a few words to ask if she was al right, not knowing if she was able to handle my regular talking voice. The ugly red color came back to her face and she righted herself murmuring words of thanks.
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