A Quiet Heart

Chapter One - New Kid

November 1, 2017

Every day, for the past month it's been raining. Nonstop rain. I don't mind it because I like the rain, and it stops me from going outside, but it's not been fun with the marching band. Rehearsals are inside and humid, they seem longer, and no one enjoys them.

Yet, today is special because a new kid is coming. Like usual I probably won't have any classes with them, but I'm still excited because I will be showing him around because I'm in student council, and I'm the sophomores' president (I'm a sophomore). The reason why the Junior class President isn't showing him around is that he is sick, and the Senior isn't here as well. So it's left to me. But I found out that he is a junior, so that's an even lower chance of having any classes together.

Right now, it's the third period, he is supposed to be coming between fourth and fifth. From what the principal told me: he is a boy, a junior, foreign exchange student - from Australia. Basic, but enough information for now. I am sitting at my desk doing nothing. Just waiting for the period to be over.

"William Shakespeare's tragedies were romantic and sad. The protagonist always had a "tragic flaw" that lead to their tragic end. Which..*chuckle* would usually be death." My teacher, Mr. Patten, is teaching us our drama unit. Truthfully I'm excited about it because I've always wanted to read Romeo and Juliet, and now I am.

*RINGGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!*

Dang, the periods over already. NO, Spanish is next. I don't want to go to Spanish. I hate that class.

Let me explain: I am Latina. Yes, I love my Hispanic culture, but I hate the educational class, the teacher teaches us like we are five and I am only learning what I already know. IM SICK OF IT. That is why I am extra happy today because there's a possibility of leaving Spanish early. I just really hope this new boy comes and takes me out of my misery.

*RINGGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!*

Shit, I'm late. Eh, I am always late.

"Buenos día clase. ¿Cómo estas? " (Good morning class. How are you?) Every single day we are greeted by the same sentence, with the same fake voice, with the same fake expression. I have not met one person, ever, to like my Spanish teacher. Ms. Demkee is so bad it's unexplainable.

The class goes over the do now, and we learn "new information." I haven't taken down one note so far in the year yet. I am also upset about that because I feel that I wasted a perfect notebook. All period I sit here and I'm incredibly bored. I can't go on my phone, can't talk, and I'm not learning. I sit right by Ms. Demkee's desk. So even if I do go on my phone, it has to be super sly. Right now my head is on my desk. Ready to drift off.

"Partner up!"

My head immediately shoots up. My best friend, Carson and I are already starting at each other. Carson and I only have 3 classes together, but we text a lot and talk a lot during class. I consider Carson like my sister, but I call her my best friend because it's easier to explain that we're not actually related.

I move over to Carson, and she's smiling like an idiot. Her hand is shaking, causing her pen to tap rapidly. For a while, before I sit, I stare at her hand. *Five Minutes Later* I grab the pen and chuck it at her chest. She blinks at me like I just slapped her.

"What the hell is wrong with you?"

"Bitch, don't 'what the hell' me." Carson's sassy. Did I mention she's sassy?