Unexpected

Chapter 10

I made my way to my new locker with the guy still on my mind. It was just so fascinating how he had looked at me. He looked at me as if I were an angel. It was way different from any meeting I had with any other guy.

I unloaded my backpack into my locker. I set everything up and personalized it. As I hung up a mirror on the door, I caught a glimpse of the guy looking at me. He wasn't just looking. He was staring. It looked like he was in a trance. I quickly shook my head, so he didn't notice me looking at him too.

I started to drift off into thinking about where Mrs. Robinson's class would be. The bell rang. The guy shut his locker door, and began walking to class. I didn't know where else to go, so I just followed him. I made sure to keep my distance just in case he recognized me following. He walked into class, and I noticed a name on the door. Mrs. Robinson.

Great. We were in the same class. What a coincidence. I say this in my head sarcastically.

I heard the bell ring again. I guess I was late because when I walked in everyone was staring at me. I surveyed the room looking at my new classmates. I noticed that the teacher had completely stopped what she was doing. She looked at me like I was her long lost friend or something. I walked up to her desk.

"Where can I sit?" I asked politely.

"You can sit right behind Cameron." She replied as she pointed to an empty seat behind the guy I had met by the lockers.

Great. We were in the same class. And I sat right behind him.

I slowly walked over to the seat, and I could feel everyone's eyes following my every movement. It felt like they were expecting me to mess up or something. It was terrifying.

Noticing this, Mrs. Robinson began speaking, "Ok, class. Since it's the first day of school, I don't want to start with work yet. I have a lot of lessons to plan, so everyone whisper amongst yourselves. Or do something productive."

I froze. I don't know anyone here. Who am I supposed to talk to? I guess I'll try and make some friends. After thinking this, Cameron got out of his seat to talk to the teacher. Great. That was the only person I remotely knew. I looked around to find someone, but there was no one. Everyone had their own little groups. Even the shy ones. I felt really excluded. Right after thinking this, Cameron came back. I did a little happy jump in my mind. He turned around in his desk to face me.

"So where are you from?"He questioned. I began to get nervous. I'm from an orphanage, but I can't tell him that. I just made something up.

"I'm from Tennessee." I said. My voice was really shaky. He seemed to have bought it because he nodded his head. I began asking him questions to take them off of me. "So how is someone exactly supposed to make friends here?" I said this amusingly.

"What do you mean?"He said this in a confused tone.

"You know. Everyone has their own groups. Everyone has a friend. I feel like the odd one out." I surprisingly admitted this all to him. I don't know why, but something came over me. I felt like I could tell him anything.

"Well first of all. You say hi." He said this jokingly and laughed. I laughed too even though it wasn't that funny. "But you know what's weird?"

"What?" I asked.

"You're the first student we've had here in..." He hesitated. "I don't know how long, but it's been a while." That was definitely weird.

"I don't know. That is kind of strange." I said back.

"Maybe you're like speci-," Someone interrupted him.

"Becky! You have to come see this!!" It was my dad. He had barged in the room obviously talking to Mrs. Robinson. He had a very panicked look on his face. My thoughts completely stopped. Mrs. Robinson was Becky. She was the lady. The one I felt strangely connected to.