wrong expectation

two

☮ Two ☮

M a r c e l

The first period went by slowly, but that doesn't affect me since I loved history so much. I love learning about the past even if I found it a little bit boring.

But still, I love to study.

Oh my, I sound like a total nerd. But I am one, doesn't make much difference, huh?

I gathered all my book and fixed my glasses position. I started to walk to my next class.

After I arrived, I took a seat at the front row. Yes, I needed help with my vision and being more near to the board helps. Besides, I could hear some whispers so I'll be updated by the school newest gossips. Some fake plastic girls are talking about their nails. The popular guys are probably talking about when and where is the next party.

Sometimes I wonder how these normal teenangers life's like. I'm not gonna lie, I'm a bit jealous of them. They get to live their life free and fun.

Well me? I got stuck with a bunch of books here.

I enjoyed writing so much, that's why I keep a journal (I wouldn't call it diary, it's embarassing. So, I think I'll stick with journal) since I was little.

That's where I'd write my greatest wishes, my worst nightmares, my happy and miserable memories. Sounds childish for 16 year old like me. But you can't blame me. I have no one to talk to. I don't have a friend, nor bestfriend for that matter.

So I just had to write my feelings off.

Anyways, I got literatures now. After the teacher arrived the class became silent. That's good. I love silence. (Because I'd be jealous when people are talking to their friends, since I have none. So it's better this way)

The teacher talks about the book we reads. I didn't really pay any attention to it. After all, I'm done reading it at home. That's also a profit (well, not really) for being such a nerd like me.

Even though I didn't pay any attention, I'd always answers the teacher's question correctly. So even if I didn't pay any attention, they wouldn't even give a damn about it.

No one does give a damn about me, to make it worser than it already was.

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I am really surprised when I heard the pricipal called me to his office. Am I in some kind of trouble? There's no way I'd get in trouble. I'm such a nice straight A's student with A+ mark for behaviour.

I think I overeacted.

I will be just fine.

I knock the principal office door nervously, and I walk in.

So much to my surpise, I wasn't the only one who got the inventation. "Hello, Marcel." Mr. Fitzgerald, our principal greeted me.

I stood there awkwardly before returning a 'hello' to him. "Come 'ere, go take a seat beside Tabitha." His british accent was really showing.

Tabitha? Am I dreaming? She's Josh girlfrend for pancake sake's. "Y-yes." I suttered. Tabitha rolled her eyes at my nervousness.

Wow, friendly much?

I took that seat quietly. For a moment it was awkward until a certain voice interrupt the silence. "Geez, the awkwardness is getting to me. Sir, if you have something to say, please, I'd really appreciate it if you spill it out."

I could see Mr. Fitzgerald sighed quietly. "Mrs. Heart," he begin, using Tabitha's last name. Which made her realize that this is probably a serious matter. I'll bet you a hundred bucks that's she is trying to remember if she had done any mistake. Finally, she speak.

"Am I in trouble?" She ask strenly, I could see that her on features are getting nervous too. "Yes, Mrs. Heart, as you have known that your grade hasn't been really good."

Finally a small smile escape her lips. "Now you tell me," she sarcastically replied.

Wow, this girl has got some serious balls to use sarcasm towards the Mr principal. "It's not nice to interrupt me when I talk. Mrs. Heart." She puts her hand up on the air as a mock of defense. "Okay, continue."

Mr. Fitzgerald cleared his throat. "So, we-me and your teachers- have decided that you need a turtor, and that turtor will be Marcel Styles." I could her eyes getting big as she gasped in shock.

"Are-are you kidding me?" She spoke harshly. "You want this hipster, freak, smarty pants to turtor me? No way in hell! I'd rather be still at grade eleven than having him to turtor me."

Wow, girl, that hurts.

I spoke silently. "Excuse me?" Tabitha's face was red because of her anger.

Am I that bad?

Who am I kidding of course I am.

Way for making me feel insecure girl.

"That's not some things you could say out loud. And this decision is final." Mr. Fitzgerald face hardened as his facial expression changed. He looked funny because he was obviously holding his anger.

"Fine, I'll do it! Happy?!" Tabitha shouted and storm out of the room.

Someone's on her period.

"So, I turtor her? Don't you think it's a bad idea sir?" I tried not to sound offensive.

"No, she can't go around thinking she's the boss. This is my place. I make the rules. It's either she's in or out. Her choice."

Great, so wise.

What about me? I guess I don't have the -either I'm in or out is your choice- huh?

He didn't even asked if I was willing to do it. I guess he asumed that I'll do it anyway. And sadly, it's true.

Look how fair this world is.

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✩ Tabitha Marbles Heart is played by Victoria Justice

bc she's GORGEOUS

☮ a u t h o r ' s ☮ n o t e ☮

Marcel is such a sarcastic little brat!

I like writing this story so much. So show some appreciation by voting or commenting.

I don't really have much to say, Anyways on the next chapter I'll put Tabitha'a point of view. Beware because you'll meet the typical highschool popular girl life and a bunch of drama.

Oh no, I guess I failed when I want this book to have some humor in it.

Dedicated to my besties and readers. ✩

- carol 