April fools

Locust

Monday April 1st  2013

{Year 9}

- 2:30pm - 

"Hellooooo ladies!" 

James has strayed from the pack of boys walking up towards the classrooms and is leaning against a gnarled old paper-bark tree waiting for us. His bronzed is dotted with beads of sweat, and his buzzcut looks especially fuzzy from the exercise. He grins when we reach him, and his braces glint in the sunlight.

"Hello."

Emma flips her braid over one shoulder, an annoying habit of hers, and continues walking.

James falls into step beside her and they immeidately begin arguing about the horrible art class incident that happened during second period art class. At the beginning of the year Mr Grayson, a teacher-in-training, took the place of our usual art teacher for first term. As soon as he walked through the doors Emma had labeled him as cute, with his golden skin and sandy blonde hair tied into a ponytail with a leather strap. Emma is infatuated with him. This morning she passed me a note through James gushing about Mr Grayson and the way his forearms flex when he writes on the blackboard. James is as stealthily as a giraffe in ice-skates, so he fumbled about with the note and had attracted Mr Graysons attention. Mr Grayson had asked James to share the note with the class, and James had happily obliged to Emmas mortification.

"How many times do I have to apologise?" James whines playfully, loping along beside Emma loyally like my cousins chocolate lab.

"You. Should. Have. EATEN IT!" Emma snarls, her freckled cheeks flushing with embarrassment as she shoves James off the path.

I smile ruefully and look at the path ahead. Jungkook is entering the undercover walkway between classrooms when Lara slides out from the shadows and attaches herself to his side. Her chestnut brown bob bounces as she trots along beside him talking a-mile-a-minute as he nods his head slowly. My smile slowly turns into a scowl. Lara is sweet to your face and sour behind your back, the worst kind of person.

James and Emma still arguing as we make our way through the crowded hallway. I step back to let James take the lead since he is a head taller than most people in our school and he parts a crowd like a hot knife through butter. He strides through the hall with Emma and I trailing in his wake. I find that I have to double my usual walking speed to keep up with his massive strides, and I know Emma is doing the same.

We follow James into Mr Browns classroom where most of the class have already taken their seats. Jungkook looks up from where he is perched on Lara's desk and gives me a cheeky smile as Emma and I take our seats next to the windows. I pull my backpack onto my desk before unpacking my history textbooks and notebook. James pushes my bag off the table and takes a seat, crossing one leg over the other leisurely. I let out an exasperated sigh but don't ask him to move.

"You guys are coming, right?" James asks, looking down at Emma and I with a hopeful grin.

"Of course, we wouldn't want to miss seeing you guys get absolutely smashed." Emma smirks and James wrinkles his nose and lets out an indignant huff.