"Class, listen up!" Prof. Brighton screamed in dismay. What else could he do? Whenever he enters our classroom, all he could ever see are my classmates chit-chatting on their seats, boys dragging their chairs into the corner, and some dancing at the back of the room. aaargh!!! Even I can't afford to stay in a place like this. Noisy, messy, and (sorry to say) dull classmates. But i survived. I hope the professor will, too.
During my first week of studying in St. Thomas of Villanova Institute, I hate my status at first but i got used to it after a few days of testing my determination and courage to face these yellow headed classmates. By the way, wanna know my status? Here, Grade 8, C section. Though it's hard for me to accept but yes, I belong to a section where famous gangsters and fraternity leaders live.
Only few of us in C section study well. Me, of course, having graduated my elementary years from an international school (but i transferred here because my parents could no longer afford to pay the tuition). Kayee, my bestfriend, who has dreams on becoming a lawyer someday but her parents would want her to become a flight stewardee. Tanya, my seatmate, she's a total drop-dead gorgeous but she could not even face the crowd due to her extreme interiority complex. And to complete the intelligent group, i suggest Nilo, the man who can't be moved. Aside from that as his favorite song, he stays seated on his chair for the rest of the class hours. During snack time, he takes out his pack from his bag and eats on his chair and waits until the next teacher comes. And he does the same during lunch. That's why we named him as such.
Back to Prof. Brighton, oh my God, he's damn good-looking. I think if i could feel attraction over him, i really could not focus studying. aaarghhh.... Why in the world did such an inhumanly good-looking creature became our professor?
"Class, calm down now!" and oh! he's so patient.
"Okay, now bring out your assignments out from your bags and we're gonna hit the board! Who would like to try first?" the room eventually fell silent when asked about our assignments. I think my classmates did not do theirs.
"Hey, Tiffany, did you do your homework?" Kayee asked me. I'm sure she did not make hers that's why she's asking me because i know, she wanted to copy mine. Well, what are friends for?
"Yeah, but i wouldn't lend you mine! sorry!" I blocked her instincts. hahaha... so much for friendship.
She fell silent but she smiled, sheepishly. Well, just being so sarcastic.
"Yes class? Anyone from this room to take out number 1?" but the room stilled in silence when i didn't notice i was raising my hand already. I was staring at everybody asking them if they really did not do their homework. With my telekenesis power, i knew that they really did not. Tsk.. what kind of students are you?
"Yes Ms. beautiful, please? Will you do the honor?"
oh. He called me beautiful? aaaaaaahhhh... I know i'm gonna have wet dreams tonight.
"aa...aaahh.. m.. mee.. me sir?" pointing my finger at my face.
"Yes, come on here! You're raising your hand aren't you? Come on, answer number 1."
oops.. i thought he meant the beautiful thing was me that's why i was pointing at my face. Hahaha.. he meant the homework.
Tsk!
tnx for reading this freak story!
Hahaha...
(to be continued and to be edited)
