Apprehension

As Ready As I'll Ever Be

The next day arrived quicker than ever, silently stalking it's usual path.

Everything was just as irritating as before-and after getting off the bus and trudging into your first class, the  thing you could do was plop your head between your arms and attempt to sleep.

The attempt part was pretty useless to add, seeing as you had absolutely no trouble napping anywhere and at anytime, yet, one can't help but be nervous. You could have been taking someone's seat by accident- or perhaps the teacher would have you introduce yourself.

You shudder. There's a time and a place for everything- just not public speaking.

Nevertheless, as quickly as your worries rose, your eyes were shut and locked into their Dreamland.

Only to feel a nudge on your shoulder.

You did nothing to show that you noticed this, ever still keeping your head between the comfort of your arms.

After a harder shove and a voice telling you to move, you finally peeked up from you temporary cushion. Some random kid was telling you to move, quite obviously because that was their seat or something. You'd have to guess assigned.

Letting out a begrudged sigh, before pulling yourself off the seat and gathering your things, you trudged away and targeted your next sleeping area- just to see it snatched up by another student.

If only you could be at home- in the comfort of your blankets.

A bell rang, and like mice to cheese, all of the possibile napping spots were nabbed away be the pestering children- not that I'm any older than the teenagers around me.

A few extra seats were around, not that you had time to actually get to one before the door opened. It appeared this day would loath you, as in walked a formally dressed lady.

She had wide, brown eyes, a big jaw, and braided hair. It suited her though.

The only thing that bothered me was the-... Overly developed chest area that made me glance down at my own.

She looked rather timid, and after inching into the class room and stopping at the podium, she set her books down and looked directly at me.

The look she gave me seemed mainly of confusion, but after a few more brief seconds, a look of enlightenment crossed her.

"Oh...! You must be..." A quick glance to the clipboard on the podium, "(Y/N)... Right?"

Although internally freaking out, I kept my cool, "The one and only."

She gave me a small smile, "Glad to see your feeling better (Y/N)- I'm Miss Bell, your homeroom teacher." The funny thing is I wasn't sick- yet she thinks I was.

Though, time seemed to slow down as she started the dreaded words, "If you can, (Y/N), please come up to the front of the class and introduce yourself! I'm sure everyone would like to get to know you!"

Gulping silently, you slowly tread to the front of the class, sweat already forming as you pursed you lips.

"Uh-" you stood at the front, giving an awkward glance at the full classroom.

Miss Bell gave you an encouraging thumbs up.

"My name is (Y/N)-... I like... Skateboard...? I don't know. Junk I guess..."

Miss Bell clapped her hands together, smiling at me before directing me in the direction of my assigned seats, "Your seat is the third row on the far left-" All the desks here were suited for two people, so I could but only assume to where mine was. "Endre will you please raise-.... And he's not in class again...-..."