i walked down the few steps of my home. it was obvious that i have to attend the school i had been going for a long time now. Westminster High school, the place i go to work for my future studies.
Basically when it comes to studies, i'm good at maths, English and computer.
well, for physics and chemistry..........................
i'm working on it.
man, it's tough to get on a life being secluded. mom says that i gotta be socialized, have friends and whatever an ordinary parent tells you to do.
but the problem having friends is that:
1) my time gets wasted.
2) i won't be able to talk to my parents most of the time (also would get them suspicious). and if it goes.....on.........like........this.........i won't be their good girl any more.............
3)they come and go, but knowledge is like the sea, so it'll live forever.
these are the main reasons i'm afraid of the word 'socialized'.
but at the same time, i feel happy to hang out with my family, because as the mad hatter said:
" FAMILY IS THE MOST IMPORTANT THING IN YOUR LIFE, BECAUSE YOU HAVE ONLY ONE...."
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at school, i met a couple of 'people', not 'friends'. i rather be friends with the teachers than the students.
and BOY, it was a lot of help, believe me.
especially if you cooperate with him, he'll give you a number of tips to get through an answer.
so what do people call me? "TEACHER'S PET"
you know what, it's true. i like that nickname.
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as i reached my class and sat down in one of the front benches (which they were usually empty), i glanced at the class to see hardly around 14 students present. i guess it's because of the homework our teacher, mr.bukly , gave us yesterday which had 20 questions, all from our maths textbook.
OH COME ON !!!!!!!!!
AS IF I DIDN'T KNOW ABOUT IT.
people were talking nonsense about mass bunking the previous day just for one homework?!
how awkward is that?
or maybe they were being absent for something else..............................
that i didn't know.
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10 minutes later our class teacher, mr. bukly, entered. he's a stout guy with short hair and a mouthstach with a stout face and tummy. kind of a comedy looking man.
today he wears a green sweatshirt over red trousers and black (sports?) shoes. sometimes he styles his hair so as to get his attention. this time his hair sticks out like horns, which looks as if it hadn't been combed for days.
he cleared his throat, and spoke in a deep voice:
"good morning everyone, before we continue with our lesson, we have a new student joining our class, so please be kind to her."
just then the door opened. we all thought it was the new student, but it was jake, the guy with the wierd looking blue shorts and a grey hoodie, but he's nice to everyone.
and no, i don't have a crush on him, for i never spoke to anyone.
everyone grumbled, telling that it was just him. usually he's a latecomer in our class because he walks to school from his home which is in the end of the town. he may not be good in his studies, but he's really good when it comes to baseball, and last year, he'd won a trophy for the school's baseball tournament.
he sat down in his place and started to brush his dark, raven hair with his hand. his emerald eyes gleamed in the light like.......a real emerald...................
ok back to the class!!!!!
it had been five minutes after the door opened again while we were discussing about our upcoming tests. this time it was the new student.
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concealed wings
Teen FictionAbella, a 17 years old had been hiding something from her. she hoped to keep it from everyone, but Natilie wonders what it is and investigates, but will it be some ordinary thing, or is it something unexpected?
