The school bells screeching ring told me to get prepared for another long day. Dragging my feet, I slowly walked to my first class; history. The most boring class you can take, with the most boring teacher you can get. His voice just droned on and on, never showing any emotion. I sighed and walked to the back of the class, thumping my books down on my familiar desk. Other kids filed in, eying me with a bored expression, boring, boring, boring. My teacher, a short stubby man walked into the class, closing the door behind him. He turned and gave us all a long glare through his small round glasses. "Good morning class," he drawled. "We have a new student today an-" he was interrupted by a loud commotion of whispers. I just sat and watched my teacher grow red with anger, a slight smile tugging at the corners of my lips. At Treetop High, we never got anything new, let alone students. The last time we got anything new was our computers, that are now six years old. Even when I started high school they were old. Mr.Johns (our teacher) silenced us with a sharp glare.
"As I was saying... He's new at school. He's been homeschooled all his life so I expect you to make him feel welcome." Just in time, a loud knock came from the door. Mr.Johns gave us one last glare before walking to the door, putting on a fake smile before opening it. "Welcome." he stepped aside to reveal tall, sandy haired, freckled, blue eyed angel... or at least that's how all of the other girls saw him. I just saw another problem in my miserable life. He scanned the room curiously, eyes hesitating on me for a second, before moving on. Everyone stared expectingly at him, causing him to shift under our gaze. Mr.Johns, instead of usually enjoying another's discomfort, broke the silence with a cheerful, "would you like to introduce yourself?" I snickered quietly at his fake happiness.
"My name is James and I'm 15 years old." He glanced nervously at me, obviously not sure what else to say. I just raised my eyebrows. Mr.Johns gave me a hard stare before averting his attention to James.
"Great. I hope your time here is enjoyable. You may take a seat." I was a bit surprised to see him walk towards me, but then realized the seat next to mine was the only one left empty. I watched him curiously with my pale grey eyes before looking back up to the front, where Mr.Johns had continued the day in his normal attitude. I let my mind drift, like always, but was surprised when James tapped my arm.
"Hi," he whispered. "What's your name?" I frowned.
"Why do you want to know?" I answered in my usual cold attitude.
"Because I told you mine." He raised an eyebrow at me.
"You had to." I answered bluntly. He just shrugged.
"Fair enough." We went the rest of the class in silence.
The sound of our school bell woke me from my daydream. "Alright class, remember, your homework." Mr.Johns reminded us as the loud scraping of chairs filled the room. I too got up and followed the flow of people making a dash for the door. James caught up to me in the hallway, passing giggling girls in the process.
"C'mon Avery, tell me you name." I looked at him in surprise, to see a big goofy smile plastered to his face.
"How did you know?" My name is in fact Avery.
"It's on your bag." He gestured to my tan shoulder bag and I looked down. My name was there, in all it's non existent glory, written on the side in permanent marker.
"Oh look," I said in my usual monotone voice, "you can read. Looks like your one step away from Einstein." Sarcasm was practically dripping from my words.
"Woah there, a bit too energetic for me. You should probably calm down." He cocked his head at me strangely. "What's your next class?" I stopped and brushed my black hair from my eyes.
"Why are you so interested in me?" He shrugged.
"I dunno. Cause I'm being sociable. You should try it. It can be pretty fun sometimes." I turned and started walking again.
"I'm beyond fun." I called over my shoulder. James had stopped following, and watched me walk away for a bit, before turning to introduce himself to more people. By the end of the day he will have forgotten about me anyways.
Authors note:
Hey chicas... Here's how I work. I may be done the writing book for all you know, but I won't update unless you guys give me at least two good comments. Got it? Good. Thanks for reading... and I'll try to finish this chapter as soon as possible.
