Mystery Of Love

New Year New Start! That's what they all ways say! But what this year had in store for me was beyond new, it was the start of something different.

"Ughh...English with the blonde hair bimbo" sighed lisa.

It was my third day back to school of my last year and already I couldn't be botherd. I had so much happening this year that I wanted to just shut my eyes and wake up when it was over.

I was walking towards the H block (which you had to go outside to get to), it was pouring it down. I really couldnt be botherd but i had to go because I was terrible at English, I couldn't stand the teacher. She was the goodie goodie type and you just wanted to smack her in the face but I kept my cool cause I knew I had an anger problem I always had one since I was a baby.

As I got into her lesson I started to realise that all my friends had welcomed me with open arms and so did Mrs Smith. I was one of the popular kids at school, always had been, always will be. I wasn't the smallest of people in the world but I certainly wasn't the biggest. I had a good personality which is why everyone loved me, it was calm but protective, soothing but hard faced. I had a mixed personality I was one of those people who you didn't want to mess with, but I would always stick up for my friends no matter what.

As I entered the room everyone was chanting "lisa! lisa! lisa!" I loved every moment of it, I just bowed and said "thank you guys I love you all" and blew them all kisses.

Then Mrs Smith started to moan so I had to sit down. She asked us to put our names, class name, teachers name and year 11 on the front cover of our books. As I was having to write with my left hand because I broke my right knuckle next to the pinky finger, I asked Mrs Smith to write mine for me said replied "You have another hand use that one, cant you see im busy?"

I just sat back in my chair and sarcastically said " It was a simple question so it deserves a simple answer and so can you write it for me or not?"

In response she said "outside now". so I grabbed my bag and stood outside the classroom rolling a cigarette.

I went for a fag and came back to the classroom and she still hadn't come out to see me. I started to play a few games on my phone, looked throught facebook and then I put my phone away. half an hour after she sent me out the classroom she finally came out to see me.

"Do you mind telling me what your problem with me is?" questioned Mrs Smith.

"Where do I start?" I replied sarcastically.

"We have only just met, and already you dislike me? what have I done wrong to upset you? " she cried.

"I'm just having one of those days okay. you have done nothing wrong, I'm sorry!" I replied.

"Can we just start again?" she questioned with a flirty smile on her face.

"Hmmm...let me think...ok!" I said.

She had this massive grin on her face and to my surprise so did I and I looked into her eyes and she looked into mine.

I felt something weird and funny inside, something I had never felt before but then I realised that I had my dads cooking last night so it was probally food poisoning.