Expectations of a Teenage Girl

Chapter Four

Ok so this chappie is dedicated to @Crazenation because she has always read and commented on my book. Oh, and everyone needs to go read her book, Working for Styles. It's an amazing book so far...

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Maths...ugh. Seriously first day of school and they give me a double of fudgin' maths.

As I continue to scroll down my timetable I bump into something/someone and tumble onto the floor.

"Sorr..." but before I could finish my sentence I was interrupted.

"Just watch were you're going" he says as he walks off huffing. 

Are all guys rude or is it just me? Seriously ...first it's Hayden, then rude random guy... who will be next? 

My thoughts are then interrupted by the school bell indicating my double of maths *sarcastic voice* yay!!!!!

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As I walk into the classroom the groups are clearly formed with the nerds up the front, popular's and bad-asses down the back and the casuals in the middle. But lucky for me.... no one is in my class that I know. And to top it off there are only three seats left so I can either chose the one between the troublemakers the one on the side of the classroom next to the flowers or the directly behind the other seat but is near the popular's. Luckily for me, I have a brain so I head towards the side of the classroom next to the pot of flowers. 

The teacher, Mrs Iforgethername is running late so that means more socialising for everyone but for me it means smelling the flowers because i have no one in the class. *sarcastic voice yet again* yay!!!!! 

Before I know what is happening the teacher walks into the classroom and like a herd of mice everyone jumps into their seats, quickly and quietly. The seat behind me is even being filled by some random dude.

I pray to myself that the person behind me is not popular because if they are, that seat on the other side of the classroom next to the badasses is looking pretty cozy.

".... and make sure that you get comfortable because these will be your seats for the next semester...", Mrs WhatsHerFace trails off.

Right now i am mentally cursing my self. ' Abigail why couldn't you have been more organised and gotten to class earlier. That way you could've gotten here earlier and gotten a fudgin' better seat.'

But then i realise something... I don't even know who is sitting behind me. Yes, it might be a 'popular' but then again it could be the sweetest person I have ever met. So it's basically 50/50 and right now I'm praying that the person behind me is extremely nice. Because I remember last time that I had a popular sit behind me in class and that wasn't pretty. She was the most annoying person ever, she put gum in my hair and made me drop my books everywhere. Ugh.

Ok, I thought to myself, there is only two ways to see if this person is nice or not. Firstly, I could wait to the end of class to turn around and see who the person is. But my mind is itching with the thought soooooooo i'll go with the second test. The second test is simple. Since I don't want to just turn around and look the guy in the face i'll just casually drop my pencil near his desk. When I go to pick up the pencil i'll see who the bitch really is.

Ok, step one, drop the pencil. As the teacher is talking about her trip to Africa and some shit, i'll just casually drop my pencil. Ok, 1..2..3, drop. Now I have to turn around and look who the person is.........SHIT.

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Thanks for reading guys, i'm so sorry about using the word Ok too many times it's just that i'm really tired and stuff....

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:) Adele.