I step into the classroom. My heart drops as I see them. You could totally point them out in a group of people. Everyone of them has their stick straight hair up in a ponytail with a bow. They all wear makeup and uniform skirts.
I have nothing against people who wear makeup. I only wear a bit of mascara and when the pimples start breaking out, foundation calls my name. But the 5 or 6 girls that are in the room wear too much. I see inch thick eyeliner on some of them, making their mascara-heavy eyelashes barely visible.
Every girl in the room has brown hair, except 3. Ones a red head and the other two are blondes, just like me. Everyone's staring at me now. I casually walk over to the teacher's desk which is in the front of the room. There are also 5 other students standing in front of the chalk board. 4 boys and 1 girl, who also has her blonde hair up in a ponytail with a bright pink bow.
In the chair sits a man. He has spectacles like the lady at the front desk. He looks to be about 60, wearing a gray sweater and khakis. His hair must of been brown before it turned gray and his receding hair doesn't make it look better. I walk up to him and introduce myself.
" Hi. I'm the new student, Lilyanna." the guy looks up from writing the date on a piece if paper.
September 1, 2013
" Oh!" he quickly stands up from his chair, knocking it over. I hear snickers behind me and I can't help but to smile. I offer to help but he says he can manage. As he moves to the front of the class he slightly shakes which kinda freaks me out. He could have a seizure right there and then and I wouldn't be surprised.
I notice in front of the room stands a blown up picture of a girl. She's gorges. She has chestnut hair with brown eyes that look like they would dance with excitement if she was here right now. There're flowers and plastic hearts around the bottom of the picture, making me feel like something happened to her.
I don't get to think long about her though because then the professor
notices I didn't follow him to stand in front of the whole class and he looks back and waves to me. I smile nervously but walk over to him.
" Everyone," he says grabbing peoples' attention, though everyone was starring at me anyway, " this is..." he trails off and whispers in my ear, " what was your name again?" I smile and whisper back.
" Lilyanna Coleman, sir." He nods his head. " Thank you. Lasagna Cettleman!" he almost yells the last sentence, catching everyone off guard. I smile nervously and whisper in his hear again.
" Sir," I say, trying to be as polite as possible. He leans in to what I have to say, " it's Lilyanna Coleman." He chuckles to himself then speaks again, saying my name correctly this time. I hear whispers and remarks. Of course these people would know who I am. Who my mother is.
I feel someone's gaze burning into my back and I look behind me to see one of the boys standing in the front starring directly at me. His brown eyes lock with mine and he doesn't look away. I narrow my eyes. What's he looking at? He blinks, looking away. I turn my attention back to the class of students.
I see some of the girls look at me wearily. They're judging me, I can already tell. Just because I'm wearing tight skinny jeans and the maroon uniform cardigan(which I hate) and I'm not wearing a skirt they have the right to think I'm...
I trail off as the professor gestures for me to sit in one of the desks in the back row. I nod and walk through the row of desks. I hear a couple of whistles from some of the guys but I ignore them as I plop down into my seat.
The professor says something and then points to the 5 students standing in front of the chalk board. I try to listen to what they say but I hear a whisper to my right.
" Psss!" I turn to see the red head. Her wild red hair twists and curls every which way and her bright electric blue eyes shine with curiosity. She has one black clip in her hair to keep it out of her face on one side and I see she doesn't wear a skirt. Thank god. I try to turn my attention back to the students in the front but the girl whispers to me again.
" My name's Scarlett, but you can call me Lattie." she leans over in her desk. I know why she's trying to be so nice to me. I hate it when people use me, just to get an autograph or something from my mom. It pisses me off because then I don't know who and who isn't my true friend so most of the time I don't make friends at all.
" That's nice." I reply, turning back to the front. " So where did you move from?" I sigh. I don't want to talk to this girl, especially if the people in the front are talking about tours through the school.
" Can you please be quiet? I'm trying to listen so I don't go stumbling around this place like a clown." I know it was harsh but I was not in the mood and I already wanted this day to be over. The girl leans back into her chair and I think I hear her say "okay." Now I feel bad. I roll my eyes.
" Hey, sorry. It's just, I don't want to be here." The girl smiles which makes me want to.
" Do you think I want to be here either?" she laughs and I giggle a little. Then I snatch my attention back to the front to hear about the tours.
