Sophomore year, some people say junior year is the worst of the worst in high school, but personally tenth grade already sucks. The summer before school starts I always tell myself I'll be fine and I'll have my act together, but it never really happens. Really the only thing I did this summer was get my license and buy a run down old jeep that shuts down on me almost every time I start the damn thing. I go to the office and get my schedule and my locker combination, locker 113, 25-35-9.
I've always thought of myself as a strong but quiet person. In elementary school I was bullied so often that once middle school came I made a vow that I would stick up for myself from then on. I kept that vow to myself for four years, but now it's sophomore year and something feels different, like something has changed, and for the worst.
I walk to my first class which would be honors English. I've always have had a passion for reading. I guess you could call me the cliché quiet book nerd that has no friends, the one you hear about in most YA books.
As I near the classroom I see two guys walk past me while people throw garbage and paper balls at them. They are looking down at the tile floor with the same expression of embarrassment and saddest etched onto their faces. They are so tightly knit together that if you looked at them from the side you would only see one person. They look so similar, brothers I think, both of them are holding on to their backpack straps so tightly their knuckles turn white. I kind of feel bad for them but I hear the late bell ring in my ears and I return back to my thoughts of what book we are going to reading almost forgetting about the two glum looking boys.
I walk into the classroom and take a seat in the left corner desk, closest to the door. A few seconds later and students come filling into the room. The teacher arrives when all the students have sat down and are know chatting among themselves. I take out a pen, pencil, and my notebook. The teacher looks to be around 35 years old wearing a maroon dress and a jean jacket.
"Alright class, who here is familiar with the works of Mary Shelley?" She asked as she leans against her desk.
My hand shoots straight up my mind leaping over the moon, Frankenstein is one of my all time favorites. She looks at me for a brief second then looks at the other students
"Any one else? No, ok" she responds answering her own question. "My name is Ms. Gilhooly, but just call me Ms. G," she says as she takes a stack of books from under her desk.
"We are going to start the year off by reading a classic, Frankenstein," Ms. G says while putting one arm on the stack of books.
I yell with joy internally, so excited to renter the world of Dr. Frankenstein. I've probably read this book a million times over the last two years but I have absolutely no doubt I'll enjoy the read again. I seem to always find something new that I didn't realize from the last time I've read it.
"Does anyone know who Frankenstein is?" Ms. G asks as she passes out the books. I don't raise my hand, not wanting to draw attention to myself again.
"You," she says as she points to me, there goes that plan.
"Well everyone always thinks that the monster itself is Frankenstein but really the man behind the monster's name is Dr. Frankenstein." I say
"Very good miss.."
"M-Maila, Malia Warner," I say stuttering a bit.
"Thank you Malia, class please find the definition of the vocabulary words on the hand out Im giving you and where they are in the book, I'm giving you this whole class period to finish, if you don't it's homework."
I get the hand out and my phone and start looking up the definitions in the dictionary and in the book while plugged in listening George Gershwin's Rhapsody in Blue. Yes I love classical music don't hate me.
About 45 minutes later the bell rings and I start putting away my things.
"Also class we will have a quiz on the first four letters in the book tomorrow, so I'd advise you to read it and take notes" Ms. G says loudly
over the noise of kids packing up. There's an audible resigned groan from the students.
Authors Note///
First Chapter of my first book!!! Hope you enjoy it! Also the title of this book may change so stay tuned❤️
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