The Importance of Love

Chapter 1

I sat there with my neck craned towards the back of the classroom- my eyes watching each little  movement of the clock. Tick-tock. Tick-tock. Tick-tock. The sound echoed through my mind. Nearly every single person in the classroom was glancing back and forth at the silver lined clock placed neatly on the wall, above a text-book-filled bookshelf, every few seconds. From the jocks at the back of the classroom, to the nerds sitting right at the front; everyone was in a state of boredom as Mr Dunlope attempted to explain how the start of WWI was the most interesting event in all of the human history.

Maggie Helferger at the back right table appeared to be applying a fifth coat of nail polish on her bright fuchsia nails, whilst her 'bezzle' Anna looked at her in admiration. From Derek's, Daniel's and Jonathon's facial expressions and retarded hand gestures, it was certain they made a snide remark about someone or something, most likely about Henry aka 'the Asian nerd' (which by the way, was most likely solving one of those really hard Sudoku's or practising for one of his spelling bees- God, I wish I had a talent for that sort of stuff!). 

Next to Henry, was Holly and Hannah- probably talking about 'how, like, Jamie's, like, muscles were like so big and, like, how they could, like, totally, like, tap dat' or something along those lines anyway!  Near to the front of the classroom was Christine, like always; dressed in black, wearing some weird skull accessory in her hair and biting at her chipped black painted nails. On the right of Christine was George, the quiet mouse of the class, and on the left was Millie; the typical white girl who possibly had the potential to be the Regina George of our school, but her popularity immensely decreased  when a nasty rumour about her sexual orientation roamed the halls of our school (which, by the way, was most likely started by Nicole Fergeuson: the endangered queen bee).And in between these varied characters in my class, lurking are the average students with no assigned high school status (FYI, this includes me: Harper Jones).

The noise of the end of day bell sounded, and I was instantly snapped out of my day dreaming.

"Ah, perfect timing!" Mr. Dunlope exclaimed with joy as a smile creeped onto his face.

Even though by the time the buzz of the school bell went most of the class were not listening, our teacher explained:

"There is no homework for next lesson," he announced "however..." he continued "I do advise you to go over the information we went through today if it was unclear."

And just liked that, the class of 20-odd students, not forgetting me, rushed toward the history classroom doorway, a crowd which then slowly dissolved into the busy hallways of Humming High.