Frost

VII.

        Blythe walked me to my first period. I was utterly nervous, and unconsciously tugged at the hem of skirt as we walked from the dining hall to my first class. Students would whisper and smile at me as I walked closer to Blythe. 

She walked with confidence and grace, and with every stride, she would never stumble in her sky high heels. She oozed sex appeal, and the students at Thornhill Academy drank it up. 

We stopped in front of my Literature class, seconds before the bell rang. Blythe would be late for her next class but she didn't seem to mind too much, she stood peering into the classroom in front of the door. 

"Well, this is your stop. Good luck" She says curtly before sashaying down the hallway. "Bye" I say lamely after her, standing in front of the doorway to the classroom. 

Inside, it was slightly loud with students huddling at each other's desks. It was a small class, of about fifteen students, and their heads all turned in unison at my entrance. I smiled tightly as I walked to the back of the classroom, spotting two free empty desks near the window. The chatter died down and for a few minutes until the teacher came, every student openly stared at me. 

I tried my best to push it down, but I couldn't, being stared at like a science experiment angered me. "Take a picture, it'll last longer" I snapped, sending an irritated look to the huddle of students. 

"Sorry I'm late class" The teacher shuffled into the classroom after the students filed into their seats. They snickered at my little outburst, most left with curious expressions on their faces. Sinking lower into my chair, I leaned my head on my shoulder, staring out into the large window beside me. The snow was softly falling from the sky, and the sun streaked through the clouds. I would give anything to be out in the cold right now, my fingers itched to touch wet snow and toss it up into the air. If I closed my eyes for a second, I could pretend like I was outside. 

"Well, it seems here that we have a new student amongst us" The teacher's voice brought me back to reality, and once again all eyes were on me. "I'm Professor Blair, why don't you tell me your name?" The man was tired and older looking, his facial expression was similar to Mr. Baines and wore a blue cardigan with chalk dust dotted on the sleeve. He stroked his chin as he looked at me, edging me to answer him. 

"I'm Aspen Iverson" I say flatly. 

He seemed to understand that I wouldn't talk anymore, and nodded at the class. "There you have it! Well you've come just in time, we are starting our last book for the semester. The Bloody Rose by Evian Steinbecker, a rather well known vampire. I met his father actually, a terrific man!" He turns his back to us, grabbing his chalk and aggressively writing on the chalkboard.