Reunited

My Name?

Picture above is Sophie.

Sophie's POV

"Uh....um... my name?" I stuttered.

"Well yes I am assuming you have one," came the sarcastic voice of my new history teacher Mr.Ryans.

I stood there my face slowly turning a beetroot red. I examined the crowd in front of me. Jocks, the populars, the girly girls and the loners. Looks like I'll fit in I guess....

"Well new girl? Would you care to tell us your name?"

My...my n-name is.... is Sophie," I whispered un audible.

"What was that?" My teacher said mockingly. Wow I really don't like him.

"Sophie!" I said rather loudly..... more of a shout really. "Uh I mean my name is Sophie sir."

"Okay Sophie. Sit where you can find a seat I guess." He said gesturing towards the room.

I surveyed the room wondering what torture I should pick. I took my chance and walked to the back of the room, sitting next to a plump girl with pasty white skin.

"Hi," I whispered, in a hushed tone.

She sniffed at me and turned away as if looking at me would give her a disease.

Somebody's grumpy today. To my other side there was another girl, really pretty and tall, obviously the popular girl. I sighed glancing around the room, finally assessing my teacher after getting over my nerves and fear.

He was young and fit and I noticed how the girls stared at him, and not because they were interested in history. I tried to find one friendly face in this room but I was met with hostile looks and cold faces from the girls and disinterest from the guys.

Shortly after the bell rang. I was wandering around the school trying to figure out where my science class was and wondering why everyone was so horrible. I considered my outfit. Okay I was a bit underdressed but just because I didn't want to look like a slut doesn't mean I'm an uptight nun right? At the moment I'm wearing a t-shirt and jeans. But compared to everyone else here I might as well have worn a dress that covered my neck to my toes. Yes, that's how bad it is.

I had to go to my locker because I left my science books in there and I didn't want to get in trouble on my first day.

I fumbled with my keys struggling to open the lock and failing, many times might I add.
I noticed a guy staring at me with an amused look on his face. I decided to challenge him.

"You got a problem over there?" I asked him. He raised an eyebrow and casually strolled over hooking one finger in his jeans.

"Nope. Just watching a cute girl trying to open a locker that says 69 when her locker is actually 96." He said smirking.

I stared at him, embarrassed but I didn't blush.

"And you know this because......"

"Because that just happens to be my locker," he says, a smile playing on his lips.

"Oh right. I guess they picked numbers to suit people then right?" I said winking at him, making sure to saunter over to my proper locker, aware of the fact that he's still staring at me.

"Well duh! You do know who I am right?"he says. I remember him in the front row, when I announced my name.

"You're Adam right?" I said uncertainly, trying to remember. What am I saying? I don't have a clue who this person is.