{COMPLETED} ✔ December Bloom

one

Norah;

I yawned tiredly, shifting in my seat. God, could this class be any more boring? I was all too ready to take this damn pencil sitting right here in my hand and shove it through my eye. That way, at least it would be less painful than listening to this torture.

Maybe I'd stick it through my teacher's eye instead. Yeah, that would be way better. 'Cause then I would be ridding the world of an evil being who goes by the name of Herr Schweiser. I groaned quietly as he started in on more German words, the dull aching in my head steadily increasing. I gritted my teeth angrily as I glowered at him, willing my eyes (which I had thankfully decided not to poke out) to burn a hole in the back of his big fat head. That did not happen. Unfortunately.

My gaze roamed to the clock, my eyes widening when I realized it was only a few seconds till lunchtime. Yes! I cheered silently on in my head, a huge grin finding it's way onto my face.

"5, 4, 3, 2, 1...Yes!" I shouted loudly, jumping up from my seat and quickly stuffing all my books into my bag. I ignored the looks my fellow classmates gave me and Herr Schweiser who looked quite confused, his eyebrows furrowing as he looked at me over his bifocals. I gave him a quick smile and dashed out of the room just as everyone was coming to their senses that the lesson was over.

I ran down the corridor, pushing past people and ignoring their cries of "Hey!" or "Watch it, freak!".

Like I could care less.

I arrived at my locker, turning the dial to put in my combination. My hyper-activeness and joy was all due to leftover adrenalin from finally getting out of the ever so slow torture chamber.

"Wired much?" I heard a voice say to the right of me and I leant backwards to peer at my best friend over the locker door. I raised my eyebrow at her and then turned back to my locker. I shoved everything into it and slammed it shut, turning back to her.

"Hey, Jenna." I greeted her properly while she just rolled her perfectly lined baby blue eyes at me.

"You could've answered me first you know!" she said in mock offensiveness.

"Oh yeah, about that. Sorry." I apologized, not really meaning it. She smiled widely at me and tossed her strawberry blonde bouncy hair over her shoulder.

I know, first impression, ditz. Jenna's not like that at all. Not in the slightest. A lot of people thinks she's some air-headed bimbo who jumps up and down waving godforsaken balls of stringy paper bunched and glued together pretending it actually means something. (Pom-poms as they are commonly referred/known to other low life-forms who don't even have a brain).

And people think I have no life? Hah, think again, losers.

Jenna and I have been best friends since we were eight. She moved from England all the way here, right next door to me. I had been playing on an old swing, which my dad had made for me with his bare hands, when I saw their car pull up next to a moving van. I was curious as I watched them through my little peephole in the fence. They were getting out and I was sitting there, watching what they were doing. I could have ran right over and introduced myself but I didn't because, let's face it, I was shy. I'm not so much now but back then I was really shy. Anyway, I knew the house had before belonged to an old lady called Mrs Creston. She was moved into a nursing home the minute the hospital found out she was no longer able to take care of herself. I liked her a lot and was sad to see her go, she would always give me some treat, usually one of her freshly baked cookies or muffins, whenever she saw me and was the sweetest lady ever.

As I was watching them, what I hadn't counted on was being spotted. I hadn't even realized that I had spaced out. One minute I was watching them, the next, I was looking right into a baby blue eye which was staring right back into my hazel one that was watching them from through the hole in the fence. I jumped with a small yelp and ran away as quickly as I could into my house, the eye following me.