Cute Short Stories

Notes from the New Boy -- Short Story 34

Notes from the New Boy -- Short Story 34

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Tapping my foot against the leg of my desk, I tuned out the conversations around me. Most of them were friends catching up after not seeing each other all summer. I sat in my assigned seat and ignored everyone. The few friends I do have in this class are seated on the other side of the room.

French class is terrible when you have friends around you. I'm going to struggle without anyone. And sure, you could say;

"Well, Megan, why don't you talk to the kids around you?"

My answer is fairly simple- I tried and was turned down. The kid looked away.

It's the first day of class too. Nothing really happens on the first day back except for going to homeroom and hanging around with friends.

My french teacher obviously missed that part and instantly assigned us seats in alphabetical order. There's the few kids who got by their friends, but not me. I'm stuck beside a wall and a kid who doesn't want to talk with me, so basically two walls.

The teacher is suppose to spend the few hours we're here explaining the school's rules for any new kids or just to refresh the memories of the kids who don't even remember yesterday. Except my teacher is sitting at his desk, looking at his computer screen.

He took attendance when the bell rang, assigned seats, figured no one needs the rules and expectations lecture, and sat down. That was 20 minutes ago; I've been staring at the clock since.

And believe me, I would have no problems with him not giving us a lecture if he let us move! I can't go sit with my friends. He expects us to sit in our seats and chat amongst ourselves. I can't yell at my friends from across the room. I'd be kicked out of the class.

At this point though, that actually doesn't sound so bad. At least in the hallway, I could wander away or talk to people who are wandering.

I took a look around the room before catching my friend's eyes looking back at me. I rolled my eyes and made a disgusted face while she simply grinned like an idiot. Glaring at her, I checked the clock again.

I refocused my glare towards my teacher for a second. I can't believe how little he is caring right now. Does he really think a bunch of 16 year olds can sit still for 2 and a half hours doing nothing? Half of us don't have any friends around us. We're dying on the inside.

I clunked my head down on my desk in defeat and one last glimmer of hope to get away from all the nonsense conversations happening around me.

The classroom door creaking as somebody opened it brought my attention back to reality. Nobody has left the classroom; meaning it's someone new coming in. Hopefully it's the counsellor coming to take me to fix my classes or something. I just need out of here.

I caught a glimpse of the school counsellor's shoes as she entered the room. You could tell which kids had no friends to talk with when you looked around because they were the only ones looking at the door.

"Knock, knock." Her voice was quiet and sweet.

"Ms. Perry, come in." My french teacher, Mr.Teller, waved her in.

As Ms.Perry entered, I noticed her being followed by someone else. His eyes stayed staring at the ground, while every pair of eyes in the class looked at him.

"I'm just showing Lucas around. He's suppose to be in this class." She spoke, trying to stay quiet so only Mr.Teller would hear. The only problem there was that every student in the class had shut their mouths the moment Lucas walked in.