Changing Me

Chapter one

"Good morning everyone. I hope we all finished the reading from last night." says my lovely teacher Miss Taylor. If you couldn't catch the sarcasm in that, then you need to catch up because this is gonna be one hell of an intro if you don't.

I'm Anika Rogers. You don't need to know my whole story or anything like that. Just the basics.

One, I don't like school (what hormonal teenager does?). It's a disgusting thing that is forced upon us young adults by law to do so. Maybe I'd like it a little more if it wasn't so filled with drama and work, but it's not, so I need to stop dreaming.

Two, I have a hate/love relationship with people. Sometimes I love them and how they show love and compassion towards each other. I love the relationships I have with family and friends. That all goes to hell when I see an internet video of a guy jumping off the roof of his house with a skateboard, and I start to question a lot of things about humanity.

Back to the current events, Miss Taylor is a witch. This woman has had it out for me since the first day of school when I called her out on her crocs. I'm sorry but white crocs with neon yellow stripes have no place in a school building. She was begging for it. Maybe I should've watched my mouth. I feel like I always should be watching my mouth, but it came out anyway, so what's done is done. 

I always find it hysterical how she greets the class with a small good morning and a snarky comment about us doing our work. I say us like she addresses it to the whole class. Funny how the only person she makes eye contact with is me.

To answer the burning question in your brain, no I sure as hell did not do the reading. There is no point. I am never going to need to learn about any of the stuff she's teaching.

Her and her ridiculous crocs can go to hell.

"The reason behind the reading last night was to make sure you all had it fresh in your brains for discussions today. You'll be partnering up with someone in the class to discuss what you found interesting about the chapters and what questions you may have had."

Partners. Hell yes Miss T. Maybe she's not that bad. Everybody knows you choose a friend in the class to shoot the breeze with until the teacher suddenly hovers over your shoulder and you pretend like you know what's happening.

"I will be choosing your partners for today."

Never mind.

"Check the list on the podium and get to work. You have the remainder of class to discuss and read the last chapter, due tomorrow."

At this point everyone in the class gets up to go check the list. I'm praying I get paired with my friend Faith, but that's wishful thinking. Faith isn't really a close friend of mine, but more or so an acquaintance from the school hallways. She's kind, but I don't see myself hanging out with her outside of school.

I shove past the people in my class and finally make it to the stand. I trace my finger all the way down the list until I catch my name.

Anika and Wesley

My face contorts when I read the name paired with mine. You have got to be kidding me.

Wesley is a sweet guy, or at least I think so. I've never really talked to him. Anyway, he's ok, but he's so weird. He doesn't talk. Not even a little. I don't know, people like that just annoy me. How can you not have anything to say when there's plenty of things to say in the world?