Perfection Doesn't Exist (Under Editing)

Chapter 31

I walked into my classroom already wanting to run back outside and hide in the bathroom. I don't understand what has got me so nervous about this but one things for sure, I hope to never EVER, experience something like this again. I hate it.

I saw girls and guys getting excited after seeing someone they knew in the class. I gulped and tried to find a quick seat so I wouldn't be in front of the class once the bell rang. I found a seat in the back and slightly sprinted to it so no one could get it. I sat down and put my bag on the floor with my binder on the desk. I pulled out my phone to avoid any eye contact.

I opened random apps, not really knowing what I was doing. I huffed trying to occupy myself, thinking what to do. That's when Kiki popped into my head.

I haven't contacted her in a while.

I went to open my messages until I heard someone clear their throat. I looked up being faced with a tall white guy with semi long blonde hair and a nice taste in style. Looked like he may want to pursue fashion one day.

"Hi, names Cody. And you are?" He extended his hand out for me to shake it.

"I'm Helena, but people call me Len for short." I shook his hand back, turning off my phone with my other hand and placing it down on the desk.

"Cool. Where'd you transfer from?"

"San Diego."

"No way! I love it there! They have the best beaches!"

"Oh, I mean, I guess." I shrugged as if it was no big deal.

He sat on my desk, looking down at me, smiling, thinking of something.

"I've got a question for you."

"Okay. Shoot."

"Did you come from the stars?"

OH MY.....He did not just....and this is what I've got to deal with the rest of the year?

"Let me just stopped you there. I'm not your average girl to fall for your sappy type of shit. So stop wasting your time on me and try that on someone else okay?"

He looked shocked. I chuckled at how I came back at him like that. Looks like the old me is coming back.

Thank goodness.

As he went to say something, the teacher came in and told us to sit in our seats. I looked at the front of my binder where I had placed my schedule to see where my classes were. I read the teachers name.

'Mr.Markson'

"Welcome back students! As you can see on the board, you have homework. We will be taking a quiz tomorrow."

"Awww! Come on!" Some yelled while others booed.

"I understand this may seem unfair but you haven't let me finish. Tonight you will read an article containing an act of freedom of speech. Tomorrow the quiz will ask you what it argued about, who were the ones acting against something, who were the victims and who do you agree with. Seem fair?"

Yeahs and alright's were all said around the room.

"Good because then next week we will have a test on vocab."

Then all the 'awes' and 'seriously?'s were said again.

"Now take out a piece of paper and a pencil."

Backpacks rustling and unzipping overfilled the silent room. I took my pencil from my binder and a paper. I felt a tap on my left shoulder and looked over. A girl, maybe short, brunette, blue eyed and a cute small nose, yes I like cute noses, sue me.