The truth about lies...

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Late for class.......again.

I was speed walking. Not because i was calm. No, not at all, it's because i was tired of sprinting, like i was being chased by Mickey Mouse, in other words like i was having a mental breakdown. I may or may not fallen down more than twice. Blame my clumsiness!

I was a few meters away from the door when i remarked that the class was making all sorts of noises. Girls screaming, boys laughing, and everyone talking loudly at the same time. Don't tell me Mrs. Melinda is absent. She's my fave teacher!!!!

I know normal kids would be happy but i didn't have class with Eva and had NO friends in this class. So, it's not pleasing at all to be with cunts for like one hour.

I stopped in front of the door, knowing that as soon as i walk in, i'd be the center of attention. If only i could walk in like "Yo! 'sup flappy birds? Want my picture?"

But no.

I turned the handle slowly, slowly, slowl-

Alright we got it!!!!

Stupid voice! How dare you interrupt me?

You are insulting yourself... I'm part of you...

Sooo.... Leave me alone. I'm about to get there being like the idiot that i am.

Okay... Calm down.

I need therapy. But i bet it wouldn't change me. Look at me, such a desperate case....

The whole class was silent. I think, they think, i'm the teacher. Oh! Good thinking Sky.

I know, I know...

As i pushed the door open, i could see the relief on the face of some boys, the smirk on others and the disapproving smile on Amy's face. But, please i don't care about her.

I walked in, trying not to seem upset about the annoying whispers and trying not to seem nervous about the eyes glued on me. I sped up to my usual seat. There's always around six or five empty seats at the back because of those who bunk class and i should say i'm happy about being alone at the back. I pulled my chair back, causing one of those noise that makes you wanna rip off the wig of Wendy ( A girly idiot who wears different colorful wigs everyday.. Who does she think she is? Nicky Minaj? ).

I sat down, trying to make myself comfortable on the chair and threw my bag on the floor. I crossed my arms on the table and positioned my head on it so i could hide my face.

What if Linkin Park walked in? No, what if Andrew Garfield and Logan Lerman ( A/N: They are so damn fit!) appeared? What if... Wait... More serious.. What if KFC invents some new cereals which tastes like chicken? Nah... Gross...

No no no... What if i fall asleep and Mrs. Melinda turns up... on a wrecking ball?

What is wrong with my brain???

"Do you always arrive late?" Someone on my right said into my ear.

I was surprised and jumped at the first word. Imagine you're having deep serious thoughts, who am i kidding? And someone just says something in your ear. It's creepy.

"Huh?" Bet i looked like a retard.

"Sorry, didn't wanna scare you", Ryan (This is a fictional character if you don't like someone called Ryan, then forget him. This is a whole new guy.) muttered apologetically with a sweet smile.

"Oh... it's fine Ryan..." I said, returning a grin.

"You... you.. re...remembered my... my... name????" He looked in such a shocked state.

I frowned at him. Why would i forget his name? He's the one who's supposed to have forgotten my name by now. This guy is cute, hot as hell. Obviously, he has a lot of girls behind him, right?

"What do you mean? I wouldn't forget your name.... And why should i?" I asked curiously. Curiosity killed the cat.

"Just that you look like the popular girls.... Total kick ass.." He said laughing at his last words.

"Thanks for telling i looked ''Kick ass'' but please..." I huffed while holding my heart, more like my chest. "Don't call me popular... I'm the nerdy weirdo and i like that nickname.... The popular are them..." I continued, my thumb pointing in the direction of Amy and her little group flirting with boys.

"I see..." He said nodding.

"Anyways, you were saying?" I asked, changing the subject before he asked any further questions on Amy.

"Oh... yeah... I asked..." He thought for a while "Are you always late for class?"

"No... Never really happens. But today was some sort of exception.." Memories flooded my mind. There might be some sort Tsunami inside my head...

He looked confused and i know he wanted to ask me stuffs about it but he looked shy.

"So you're from England?" I asked.

Wow. Making conversation. Good. Good. Very Good Sky.

"How'd you know??" He asked. Confusion was there. Present on his facial expression.

"Accent..." I laughed.

"Ohh..."

"Where from England??" I continued after an awkward minute of silence.

"Manchester...." He looked away instantly. Was he sad that he left Manchester or is it something else?

"Cool..." I think it's not a good idea to push on the subject.

I took out a book from my bag, that was about vampires hunting for blood ;)

"Good choice..." He muttered slowly but loud enough for me to hear.

"I know... I love it." He took the book from my hands and started reading the back.

"I've already read this one...." He frowned, still not looking away from the book.

And we went on talking about shits vampires do ...

He really is a nice guy unlike the other jerks present in this class.

He's a caring, book worm, smart, funny, sassy guy. And that is just awesome. Now, i hope he is not the two faced type.

No i don't trust human beings even if, to my own dismay, i myself am human.

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