An Outsider ( A Ponyboy Curtis Fanfic)

School? Why?! Part 2

I picked up my bag and started walking to English alone. I didn't have it with anybody and I was nervous.

English was my worst subject and this year would suck even more because I got the worst teacher, Mr. Wilkinson. I don't know why I was put in 11th grade English. I barely passed Mrs. Van Orden's class with a low B last year. I wasn't a homework person and I heard Wilkinson gave the most.

I sat in at a desk in the far back where I was kind of invisible. Seconds later Mr. Wilkinson walked in. He was a rather medium sized man with dark brown hair, that was balding, and a large scruffy beard. His blue eyes just looked out of place on his face. He looked more like a criminal than an English teacher.

"Hello class. Welcome back," he said to catch the class' attention. "I'm going to put it plain and simple. You will two monthly assignments every month for the rest of the year. The first monthly assignment will be a Book Report. Which means you will have to read a new book every month." Groans could be heard throughout the class. I swear I saw him smile. "The next is Vocabulary. You will find 5 words in your book that you do not understand and write them down. Find a Dictionary and write down the definition, and, or an example sentence. Then use the word in two of your own made up sentences."

Great now I have two assignments to do for the class I hate.

"Since today is your guys' first day back I was going to give you the typical 'Write about Your Summer', but that is boring. So, I want to give you a different assignment. This is Imagery Writing. Find a place in your house or room and write me a three page paper describing that place to me," Mr. Wilkinson was giving us homework on the first day of school. Great. Now I really hate this class. "I want to be able to see this place in my head."

A boy raised his hand. And Mr. Wilkinson called on him. "When is this due?" he asked.

"Ummm. Today is Monday, so Wednesday," He answered. What! I had two days to write a tree page paper. This is torture. There was a chorus of groans and 'What's. I just put my head down on the desk. I banged my head on the desk two more times. I zoned out of the rest of the class.

The bell rang and I rushed out of the room, to Social Studies.

I ran to my locker to meet up with Pony. We agreed since we didn't have any other class together until Free Period where we would most likely just go home.

I saw him waiting by his locker which was right across from mine. He saw me and smiled. I walked up to him and gave him a quick hug before walking across to my locker.

"So how was English," Pony asked me. He knew I hated English. He loved it though.

"Torture. That Wilkinson guy is evil. He gave us a three page report on the first freakin' day." I exasperated. "How was social Studies? I'm headed there right now."

"Mr. Rich is weird. He has like a broken back or something and he keeps telling these really weird stories about his past. Friggin' weird," Pony said with a laugh. "Good luck."

I gave him a quick kiss before rushing down the hall to my class. I walked in and saw that only one seat was open. It was in the middle of everyone by that Amber girl again. She nodded at me as a 'hello'.

Our teacher was sitting at his desk reading a book. "Okay, class. I'm tired and my back hurts so just talk amongst yourselves. No shouting!"

I just pulled out my notebook and started to draw. I drew the chrysanthemum flower that was on  Mr. Rich's desk. I signed the picture and titled the page 'Flor Hermosa'. (Beautiful Flower)

I felt eyes on me and saw Amber looked at the picture. "You're really good," she said.

"Thanks." I answered, I didn't, really, want to start conversation. But I would see her next period since it was cheerleading try-outs.