Dimples and Glasses

*Noëlle's Point of View*

"Grade 12 is going to be total crap..." I think to myself before walking in and taking a seat in my Calculus class.

Students start to file in one by one, a couple chattering away with their friends, others staying silent and scanning the room for the perfect spot to sit. I'm just glad I chose to sit in the front of the class, that way the teacher will pay attention to me and hence I may get a better mark.

A few minutes later, what I thought was all 30 of us get all settled down in our spots and the teacher walks out and looks around.

"Hello class," the teacher starts, writing her name on the board as she speaks, "My name is Mrs. Dysone, it is very nice to meet you all." She turns around and examining the class one more time.

"I think this is all of you, yes?" I assume this is a rhetorical question, as no one answers her.

Moments before the bell rings for class, a tall, lanky boy with dimples and glasses walks in. He flashes a nervous smile, and whispers something to the teacher before walking over to the seat beside me, sitting down quietly.

Why not introduce myself, if we're going to be sitting together for the rest of the semester I might as well try and make a friend.

"Hey I'm Noëlle." I say to the boy.

"Hi I'm Marcel." He mutters. His voice is deep and raspy, kind of surpising considering how shy and small he is.

Maybe this year won't be so crappy after all.