Something different (interacial love) process of editing

Chapter 2

The bus comes to an abrupt stop and I practically fall into the seat in front of me, where a boy wearing glasses is reading a Naruto manga, oblivious to the fact that I was two inches above him. With both hands on the side of the leather seats to steady myself from falling into his lap.

Everyone begins yelling at the bus driver, who continues to frown and look ahead of him, ignoring all of the students behind him. After a few minutes, he opens the bus doors and everyone begins walking out, people pushing into each other out of excitement to get out of the doors.

"Ouch," I say and look behind me at this tall, husky looking girl with hair as short as a guy's, with a mole under the skin of her left eyebrow, staring straight at me as if to say, "what are you looking at? You got a problem freshman? I just quickly turn around and moved in harmony with everyone else to get off the bus as quickly as possible.

"Welcome to Thomas Jefferson," says a lady in her fortys, with a fake smile, who I thought must be the principle or someone of high authority here. I walk pass her and up the steps of the school, walking into the musky scent of the hallways.

I put my hand into my pocket and take out a crinkled paper that contains my locker number and of course my lovely eight class schedule, which are:

1. Earth Space Science

2. Intro to Humanities

3. English I

4. Algebra I

Lunch period

5. Chorus I

6. Spanish I

7. Study hall

8. P.E

"Sigh," I cry out, because I know this year will be a long year. I look at the top right corner where my locker number is 190 and look for it through the hallway. I look down the hallway to my right and find my locker after going down 6 sets of lockers that consist of 30 lockers in each set.

As I am about to get to my locker, I am bumped. I fall back, hitting my butt so hard I shriek, hearing laughter behind me as well. "Oh man, I am so sorry, I was looking back at my friends, are you okay?" I still don't look at the kid who bumped into me, feeling embarrassed.

When I finally look up, I see his brown eyes and light brown skin, which glows into the sunlight and then there goes a beautiful smile. He holds out his hand to me and without thinking I slowly place my fingers into his and he pulls me up.

"Sorry again," he says now grinning more than when he bumped me.

"It's okay, we both clearly weren't looking, it's fine. Thanks for the hand," I say as I am inching toward my locker, trying to end the scene as quick as possible, but then I feel a tap on my shoulder. I slowly turn around, with a little annoyance on my face, which disappears at the sight of his bright smile.

"Yes?" I say with a smile so fake it does not dare reach my eyes.

"What's your name? I'm James, or if you want, you can call me Jay." He says, staring at me, still grinning, which I think is sort of cute.

"I'm...I." I hesitate, not knowing if he wants to know my name just so he could find me and prank me later on.

"you're..?" His smile slowly fades from his face and I see he getting impatient and beginning to look at the time, which is 7:50, ten minutes until class starts.

"I'm Anamarie. Anamarie Smith." I finally manage out. James then smiles again and starts backing up. I feel embarrassed thinking that he must think I'm weird. I begin turning back to my locker and then I hear him speak.

"Hey, I would definitely love to talk more but I have to head to class which is on the other side of this school. See you later Anamarie Smith." He stares at me one last time before running off into the parade of students speed walking to their classes.

I just stare off into the space where I last saw James and then I hear the first warning bell, which snaps me back into reality and then I quickly open my locker, which was no struggle, grab a book , and begin to jog looking for my first class. I stumbled over someones leg and drop the book, then practically try to grab it in a spiderman pose. Once I grab the book, I begin jogging and then full on running.

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I am 10 minutes late to class since my class was not in the main building where my locker was, but in three buildings to the left of the main building.

When I walk in, the teacher stops talking and stares at me along with the whole classroom, as I am panting from the running. He smiles and gestures me to an empty seat in between a Caucasian blonde with hair that reaches the small of her back, with bluish, greenish eyes and a Hispanic girl with short curly hair.

I slowly walk to my seat, taking as many breaths as I can before I reach my seat. I sit down and make a plop sound. I almost fall back with the chair, which draws more attention to me. The teacher, Mr. Henson breaks the silence and begins talking about Earth Space Science and all the normal first day procedures, which is where I begin losing interest. I take out paper and begin doodling.

I then hear the door open again and I wondered if someone was later than I was, which would bring me relief to know I wasn't the only lost person. A boy comes in. I look around and pretty much all girls eyes are glued to this boy, who wears a gray polo, that fits tightly over his manly built body. His short sleeves are covering his muscled triceps. He is tall.
At least 6'1, a brunette with his hair slicked back and combed over, and with eyes so green, they almost look like contacts.

Mr.Henson just looks at him.

"When the silence between Mr.Henson and the boy becomes unbearable, the boy begins to speak, "I am here to collect the attendence," the boy says with a deep voice.

"Oh of course, I forgot that juniors are the ones to collect the attendance now, excuse me for my forgetful brain," he says as he goes to his desk, grabbing the blue sheet and quickly checking off any students that just showed up, which was only me.

The blonde next to me is smiling at the boy and waving at him, clearly trying to get his attention and I hear a snicker from a fat boy behind her, as he also thinks the same as me--such a handsome guy would never look twice her way.

Not saying shes ugly, but that he seems so far up the social status, that he would not give a meer freshman the time of day. But we were both wrong and he actually looks almost embarrassed at her waving and briefly smiles, exposing two dimples on both sides of his cheeks.

"Oh My God! I'm sure everyone seen that sexy guy, right?" asks a student in the front, wiping whatever drool was left from her mouth. Everyone wanting to speak about him doesnt due to Mr . Henson, looking at the student with a stern and serious look before he begins talking more about what we will study this year.

I look over at the blonde student who I learn to be named Samantha Hall and then look away wondering why was she so excited about saying hi to the attendance collector. I just shrugged the whole thought and finally payed attention to the teacher.

ring ring ring.

The bell rings after 45 minutes of class. I sigh with relief. " Just 7 more classes to go," I say to myself and pack up my stuff for the next class Humanities.