The bus ride was swift and noisy. The boys were always being obnoxious and the girls would fight back. I had to introduce the three types of people in this bus.
First, we have the popular and rich kids who date and are somewhat nice to the ones below their level. However, if you are trying to get their crush, you will go home with a bloody face.
Second, all the teens who are independent and quiet. They usually sit in the back of the bus, everyone in individual seats and mind their own business. Typically, I don't sit there even though I qualify for their type because I don't feel safe.
Third, we have the 6th graders. The youngest kids all stick together because the older kids are unjust to us. That's my category.
"Wow, who knew a bus would be this divided." Amber said.
"It's the way things are around here." I confirmed to her.
We walked to the school building after Mr. Hunter wished us a blessed day. The hallways were packed with students preparing for their morning classes. I was asked to be her guide to her classes so I have an excuse to come to my classes late if one place was out of reach.
"Amber, what's your schedule?"
"I have Math, Art, Gym, History, break, writing and reading, and Science." She said. "What about you?"
"I have advanced math, science, history, Gym, break, writing and reading, and Orchestra."
We would only have one class together and it happens to be my favorite class. The professor of that class, Mr. Smith is just fun-loving, hilarious, and a creative man. Every Friday, he reads poems that he made throughout the course of his life and if we are willing to share anything we write, he gives us a chance to read it. I love Fridays for that very reason. Having Amber there too will be 'Happia'.
"Come on, let me show you to your first class!" I grabbed her arm and dashed away to the classroom.
Her first class happens to be diagonal to my Advanced math class, which is great because I won't be late to Science class. My Science teacher, Mrs. Flora tends to dislike me. Her style of teaching is just not my own. I like to work on my own and not in groups. It's not because of my social anxieties but the kids in that class are all prideful and talk more than work. The noise distracts me. Sometimes, we are permitted to listen to our devices if the kids are acting straight. Those days, my teacher feels less tension with me. I wish Amber had that class with me, I could easily work with her and get my assignments complete for a change. However, 'Life doesn't give us genies in gold'.
The first bell rang signaling it was time to get to our first class. I waved Amber a good-bye and went in my first class, advanced math. Mr. Francisco greeted me and asked if I completed my homework. I nodded and winked. He knows I always finish my work on time, he asks me that question as a joke. He was kind but stern at times. If one student messes with him, he punishes the whole class. Luckily, most of them are smart enough not to fiddle with him.
I sat down in my desk and got out my supplies. The loud students poured in the tight classroom, after four minutes, the clock struck eight thirty, and the second bell rang. Two girls came in a minute after then bell so that meant a tardy and a form.
In Amber's class, her teacher, Ms. Athena started out by introducing her new student in school.
"Class, we have a new wolf in our pack" She pointed out.
This made Amber have leafs in her stomach. Leafs not butterflies. She hesitated but finally said, "Hi, I'm Amber Selene."
"Amber, before we begin, do you want to say anything about yourself? Like hobbies, family, and culture?"
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Tears of Autumn
Teen FictionLayla Quint, a young writer and violinist lives in a town where people tend to be small-minded. After tragic events that happened when she formerly wore pigtails, she stayed with her ill Adoptive Father, Jared. Isolation and depression took over her...
