Social Empire

Chapter 2

Should I even care? They're all sitting there and everyone's staring at me.

I took one quick glance at the class and headed straight to the teacher to greet her. The amount of students in the class got me flustered. The number of students back in Pacific Grove would reach a maximum of 25 students per class as it was a private institution. I knew that there were no such limitations in public schools, and that the number of students in a class would probably double. Despite already knowing the facts, I was still very anxious.

"Welcome to hell!"

All sorts of greetings and welcomings came out, some pleasant, some not very. Everyone was saying things I couldn't make out, all I heard were chitter chatters. I was so busy trying to notice everyone; it took me a while to notice none of the females in the room said a word to me. Most of the chattering came from the boys.

"Hello mate, welcome to Silver Oak," said a dark skinned boy with an accent I could barely make out.

"Thank you," I said flashing him a gentle smile.

"Everyone quiet!" the teacher screeched. "What is your name girl?" she then asked.

"Elizza Sanni..." before I could even finish answering she shot her next question, "Which school were you from previously?"

"Pacific Grove Academy," I tried my best to sound relaxed and confident, but if anyone was even paying any close attention, they would notice that my voice came out with a slight quiver.

She scrunched her face, so I assumed she hasn't heard of the school before. That was a normal reaction I get every time I mention Pacific Grove, since it was still a new and developing school. I continued, "It's a private institution near the Golden Oak Medical Centre."

"I think I might have heard of it," she said, then went back to teaching.

I paced around the room scanning for a place to sit. There were plenty of empty seats at the last two tables located at the back of the room. If I were to sit alone at the back of the room, people might think of me as a person who does not socialize. So I contemplated on whether to isolate myself at the back of the room, or go for the friendly approach. I decided to go for the friendly approach. I dragged a chair and sat next to a girl somewhere in the centre of the room.

"Hi!" I started, "What's your name?" She must've not heard me well because her reply was "Mrs Norbit." That couldn't possibly be her name. It took me a while to comprehend, then I realized that she probably thought my question was 'What's the teacher's name' instead. I didn't want to make the situation more awkward then it already was, so I just nodded, "Oh," and semi-smiled.

A group of boys started pulling their chairs next to me, giving a little introduction. The boy with the accent started.

"Hey, the name's Nate Turner," he held out his hand.

"Izza," I gave his hand a gentle shake "pleasure to make your acquaintance."

The introduction soon turned to an interrogation.

"Why did you come here?"

"Isn't Pacific Grove a great school?"

"I don't understand why you would leave Pacific Grove for Silver Oak!"

"Did you know Sharon from Pacific Grove?"

"Did you know Adam James?"

I didn't know whether I should even answer those questions, because to answer them, I would have to open up a very long back story, which I wasn't willing to do so.