What a horrible day.Apparently, the weather disagrees with the season. it's pouring, even though we're in the middle of spring. I also have a terrible headache, because I ended up pulling an all nighter. Exams and projects are messing up my life. But, I have to get the best grades. It is very important for me to do that.
I'm walking to school. Actually, no. Scratch that. I'm running to school. The wind decided to make my day shittier by blowing away my umbrella. Welp, what can I do? Unfortunately, I cannot fight against mother nature.
The only thing intresting about today, is that we'll have a new student. The last time we had a transfer student was probably 4 years ago. So it's definitely an interesting occurrence.
As I walk into the school, "what if questions" start filling my head. For example: What if i didn't study enough? What if I'm going to get a bad grade? and so on. Jesus, I despise those thoughts. I know they aren't real, but they just cannot disappear.
Once I'm in the classroom, I start talking to my friends. Yes, I do have friends. Even though people say I am a nerd ( they are wrong, I'm a perfectionist), I'm not being bullied and I don't think anybody hates me. Maybe a few do dislike me, but I believe that is all. You see, I try to be somewhat likeable. If they would know my real personality and how big my pride is, I would definitely not be accepted. Oh, and just to make it clear, I do not COMPLETELY hide my real personality. I just hide the worst parts of it.
Before the class starts, I make sure my projects and assignments are looking as presentable as possible.
'The forever nerdy Lizzie' my friend says and sighs. Her name is Aria. I don't even know how we became friends. It just happened. She is short, with curly blonde hair and amber eyes. Her appearance screams innocence.
'You know I prefer the term "perfectionist", don't you?' I say again. I think it's the tenth time this week.
'Oh, come on Liz! Stop being so paranoid! I know your going to have the best projects. You always do. It's not like today's going to be different' she says with confidence.
'Who knows...' I say in a tired voice.
Our chat gets interrupted by the teacher entering the class. I immediately remember that we're going to have a new classmate.
'Good morning, class! As I said, today a new student is joining our class. I hope you will all treat him well.' mr Smith says. After this, the door opens, revealing our awaited classmate.
A tall boy enters the class. He has jet black hair, steel grey eyes and an emotionless expression. He is wearing elegant clothes and has an impeccable posture. His looks scream pride and dominance.
'My name is Erick Benson. Nice to meet you all.'Hah.. His face doesn't indicate that he's happy to meet us. I didn't hear any sign of emotion.
'You will sit over there' the teacher points at an empty desk situated in the middle of the class.
Erick walks towards the desk with firm steps. He doesn't seem nervous at all. I think he has an incapability of feeling emotions.
'Now, I would like you to present your projects. I hope you all remember that they will be graded. That doesn't apply to you, Mr Benson,since you are new here' Mr Smith says.
'I did the project as well, Mr Smith. Can you grade mine too?' erick says with confidence.
'Well, I don't see why not. You don't get the chance to meet students that do their projects even though it's their first day in a new class, do you?' says Mr Smith, a little surprised.
We all were surprised. How did he know about this? Maybe he has a friend that informed him? He did the project and also wants to be graded? He must be very confident. Probably he will lose that confidence when Mr Smith grades the project. He wants nothing but perfection.
Mr Smith collects the projects, placing them on his desk. Everyone did them. EVERYONE. We all know what happens if we don't do them. And trust me, it's not good.
After he finishes grading them, we recieve the results. He starts from the worst to the best. I'm always the last. Hehe, would you look at that? I was hapoy being the last. Well, in a good way.
He has two more projects left. Then he did something I always imagined. Even though my brain imagined it, I thought it's never going to happen.
He called my name.Shocked, I reluctantly go and grab the project. It was an A. But why wasn't I the first? And more importantly who was? My paranoid thoughts won. I wasn't the first anymore. But I had to be! I wanted to... For some reasons getting good grades is very important for me. I don't even know why...My parents told me, ever since I was a child, that if I study and get good grades, I will have a great life, with no worries. Even though I knew that is not entirely true, I kept believing it is. And now, being the first and getting the best grades are obsessions.
'Miss Herberts, it looks like you did not get the first place this time. I hope you are going to do better on the next project.' says Mr Smith with a hint of happiness. I guess he was bored of me always being the first and wanted a change.
'And now, I have one project left. It is Mr Benson's. Congratulations, you did a splendid job.' says Mr Smith while handing him his A+ project.
I am very surprised. I am quite angry and frustrated, but I also feel..excited? I have never encountered a challenge before. I have to defeat him.
Then I look at him. I want to see what his expression is like. As I looked at him, I realised I had no expression to see. He was completely emotionless.
Then, he looked at me as well. His steel gray eyes challenging me. We stared at each other for a little while, until the teacher interrupted.
And I knew
It was hate at first sight.
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A\N
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Teen Fiction"Then I look at him. I want to see what his expression is like. As I looked at him, I realised I had no expression to see. He was completely emotionless. Then, he looked at me as well. His steel gray eyes challenging me. We stared at each other for...