The outlier

Chapter 3- Lulu

Chapter 3-Lulu

If Mr Davenport was eaten alive by carnivorous animals I would honestly celebrate.

I know this sounds bad, but it's true. If I could measure my hatred for my science teacher it would be taller than Mount Everest.

Mr Davenport is a teacher who does not teach. He spends class time hiding behind his laptop screen leaning back on an annoyingly creaky chair. He usually has a large mug of steamy coffee sitting to his right. Every few minutes he slowly raises the mug to his lips, leans his hairless head backwards and takes a gulp so loud it echoes around the classroom. He then puts the mug down and grabs a hold of his purple stained tie which he uses to dab at his coffee stained lips. I find it all disgusting.

Mr Davenport hates being asked questions. If you raise your hand in his class he will purposely ignore you. Everything he teaches us is taught through printed out worksheets. He rarely writes on the white board sitting in the corner of the room and he never actually stands to explain a concept. It is as if he avoids having to communicate with us students. This is why I am failing science.

I'll admit that I have a bad work ethic. If I try and study by myself there will be no study. Instead I will do everything else except study. My concentration span is tiny. If I have an upcoming test I usually go to Dylan's house and study with her. She is the only one of my friends who can keep me on task.

Unfortunately Dylan is not in my science class so I am almost always screwed. My teacher refuses to help me with the subject that I find the hardest so inevitably I have been failing my past tests and assignments.

But everything changed this afternoon. I was standing in front of Mr Davenport's desk awaiting to receive my grade for a test that I took four days ago. I was extremely nervous yet curious. I knew there was no way I was going to receive an A. Dylan though had helped me study for this test harder than I have ever studied for anything in my life. I felt tired just thinking about it.

Mr Davenport was taking so long to look through his briefcase that I questioned storming out of the classroom for the seventh time today. I readied myself to make a dramatic exit when he tossed a piece of paper at me. Yes he actually tossed it.

I was about to scream something detention worthy at him but then I looked at the mark written on the top right corner of the page sitting in my hands. It was a B. I could hear angels singing.

I was silent for a moment, then I went crazy.

At first I was jumping, then I was squealing. The next thing I knew I was hugging James Nickson and singing "I believe I can fly" at the top of my lungs. Although Mr Davenport coldly yelled at me to shut up and sit down I was still grinning from ear to ear. I told all my friends about the test. A wave of happiness fell over me when I read their sweet texts. I felt even happier when Lucas said he was organizing a party at Skye's tonight.

This is why I am currently walking to Skye's house, better known as "That huge mansion on the corner of Linden Avenue" by the students at my school. Everybody was envious of Skye's house. People walking by would always crane their necks to get a better view of the tall windows and the wide tilted roof. I am very happy that I will be spending tonight in Skye's huge living room instead of being stuck in my tiny unexciting bedroom watching a movie that I have probably seen already a thousand times.

I was also excited to catch up with all my friends (then again who knows if Dylan will actually be there) especially Skye. There is something about Skye. Whenever she walks into a room you can't help but stare at her. She always wears a smile, the type of smile that is so genuine and captivating that you can't help but smile as well. She is considered by all the boys in our year level as the most beautiful girl in school and I agree. Her hair is a golden colour that shines brightly when touched by the sunlight. Her eyes are a shade of sky blue that are so pretty that you tend to get lost in them. Her face has no blemishes. Her skin is clear. All features on her face are model worthy. Nothing is too big or too small. She has a natural vibe about her despite her being so unnaturally perfect. All the girls in school are jealous of her while all the boys yearn for her attention.

Skye is a beautiful person, a great friend and definitely my girl crush.

I reach her front gate. I live nearby so the walk here was short and easy. I gently push it open and am met by the scent of freshly mowed lawn. I walk up to the tall wooden that is now looming over me and reach out to knock. Before I even knock once the door swings open and I am greeted with a big smile and sky blue eyes. It's Skye.

"I saw you through the window! Come in, Maisie is in the lounge room", she squeals before grabbing my hand and pulling me inside her house. In an instant we are running down her hallway, hysterically giggling and smiling. Neither of us have said anything funny yet we laugh. Adrenaline pulses through me and I decide for no particular reason to do a cartwheel. I spiral through the air before landing on my feet. I brush the hair that has fallen in front of my face away and I look over at Skye. She is clapping. I take a bow. She then says something but I don't hear it. I am too busy getting lost in her eyes.

It's moments like this when I wonder if Skye is just my girl crush, or if she is a little something more.