no name girlxgirl (COMPLETED)

The Butterflies

Ivy's POV:

I wanted to keep it a secret. But I guess that's impossible. Almost every class that I enter, the teacher would announce my last name, making everybody look at me. And then comes the whispers that make me uncomfortable. Until this one class; Drama Class. I still remember enjoying Mrs. Bloom's class. It was awesome. Mainly because we weren't glued to the chair to hear some boring lectures about the history of drama most of the times. 

"Introduce yourself," Mrs. Alexandra instructed me.

        I'm the new kid. Everyone already knows everyone except for me. This is my chance to leave my last name behind.

"I'm Ivy," I simply said.

        But everyone's eyes are still glued to me, with their ears all open. I think they're waiting for me to say something here.

"I just transferred here," I added, not knowing what else to say.

        And everyone broke into a smal laughter, thinking I was trying to be funny. I'm not. I'm serious.

"I'm serious!" I claimed.

        And again, they laugh.

"Well, we can see that Ivy. But here in the Drama class, we have a slightly different way of introducing ourselves. Oliver, if you may?" Mrs. Alexandra asked.

        This guy, Oliver, is bald. But it looks good on him because his head is perfectly shaped. I've seen other guys who tried to go bald and they kinda looked funny. He stands up, accidentally revealing his shirt is not properly tucked in his trousers. Mrs. Alexandra gives him 'that look' and he said,

"Was just testing if you paid attention to us old timers," he joked.

Even that got a chuckle out of me. He turns around quickly and five seconds later, he looks neat with his shirt properly tucked in. But then, I notice that his short sleeves are pulled up to his shoulders. He runs his hand through his 'invincible' hair and tries to flex his non existent muscles, which makes the rest of us break into laughter.

"The name is Tuck. Oliver Tuck. By the end of school year, you would want my autograph," he pretended to smoke a cigarette and ran his fingers through his bald head.

"Yeah, you wish James Bond!" the guy beside him interjected. 

"You're just jealous," he wiggled his eyebrows.

        Right after he finished, another student stands up and pushes him down his seat. Wow, this class is amazing! This girl who stood up, dances around the room and flaps her arms like she's a bird, or so I thought?

"I'm Swan, Black Swan," she winked at me.

She takes a bow in front of me. So, I do the same and automatically say, "Pleasure to meet a Swan, I'm the Butterfly."

        Another guy suddenly stands up, tap Swan's shoulder and she immediately sits down at her seat while this guy smiles at me. Suddenly he stretches out his arms and does the Tarantula dance. 

"If you must know, I am the Predator. But people call me Archulator and to you, I am the big scary spider. And that silly Swan is totally my sister, from another mother. And her name really is Swan, Bella Swan," he rapped.

A big grin appears on my face and I give him an applause. To my surprise, my nerves are starting to leave my body. My hands no longer feel as cold as they were one minute ago. 

"Well class, I think we just found the missing piece of the puzzle," Mrs. Alexandra welcomed me.

        To my relief, everyone is so welcoming and friendly. Maybe because we're all just a bunch of weirdos. Everyone is already seating in a circle so Mrs. Alexandra asks everyone to make a room for me in the circle. As I am sitting down, Swan (that's what I decide to call her from now on), raises up her hand.