I try to look nonchalant and brush my hair out of my eyes. It's too damn hot, even with whatever hair I'm sporting. Its kind of like this blonde bob/pixie cut. But even with my neck exposed I'm still over heating. I sit down at my desk and look through my phone, trying to look busy. Truth is, I don't have any friends at this shit hole school. First day back is always lame, because I see people meet up with their buds and I'm just here on my own. Sitting on my phone, looking through tumblr till I have to go to class. Miss Rogen does roll call and I mutter a present, barely audible. I've been working on becoming invisible since I came to this stupid school, two years ago. I've tried to make friends but recently I've pushed people away more then I've engaged them in conversation.
No one here is even half decent. Not the guy to my left in $200 dollar Adida's, tapping out a beat on the desk listening to Pitbull. Not the girl in front of me in short shorts, smacking her gum ever two seconds. Not the ginger dude behind me, beat boxing and trying to hide his boner in his chino shorts. Spoken to all of them at one point. All been horrible. Adida's told me I looked like a boy in the first minute of convo. Short shorts bitched about my sexuality, how I'm apparently gross. Ginger boner asked if I ever did get a girlfriend could he watch us. The whole school is full of these people so do you blame me for not trying anymore?
The desk to my right was empty. Huh, I guess that guy/girl left or something. I didn't give it any more attention until the new student walked through the door. I swear my jaw dropped till it hit my shoes. I set my phone down to look at the prettiest girl I have ever seen. She apoligised for being late and how she was new. She was wearing skinny black jeans with a checkered dark blue shirt over a white tank top. She had her backpack slung over one shoulder and her brunette/blonde hair hanging down to her back. Her eyes were hazel and she looked really bubbly and excited to be here. Boy thats gonna change.
She sat down next to me and immediatly spun round to say hi to me. I couldn't belive she was talking to me. Her mouth moved a mile a minute and her voice was as excited as her body. She set her backpack down next to her and put her hand out to me. Her nails we're painted yellow and her hand's were immaculate. I needed to know her name. I don't know why, but I just needed to. Luckily she was happy to ablige without me asking. She smiled with teeth, "Hi my name's Grace! What's yours?" I stuttered because she smelled like pumpkin pie. I tried to smile and resisted the urge to fix my hair because that was a tell I liked her. I did but whatever. "Um... I'm Hannah. Nice to meet you." I shook her hand and hoped mine wasn't sweaty. It wasn't. "So what are we doing, I haven't been here very long." She breathed, calming down but still excited. "Some stupid Shakespeare thingy. Have you heard of Romeo and Juliet?" I joked. She giggled. "Uh... Yeah. I'm one of the rare few." She giggled again. When she giggled my heart fluttered.
I explained we're writing analytical paragraphs on some of the lines and she nodded throughout my blathering. Throughout class she was nudging me about something or other. I wasn't used to this much interaction, as nerdy as that sounds. My heart was beating out of my chest the whole half hour. Grace was tall and thin and bended over her desk to write like she was too big for it. She wrote so neat that it was like cursive. She had nothing on her face, no freckles, no nothing. She was similar to a model when she faced the light and she pushed her fingers through her hair when she was thinking. When she finished the work she leaned back in her seat and doodled on her book. I tried not to blush when she tapped my shoulder or something. It was a double English so it was Math next and she was in that too.
As I got up out of my desk and headed out the door, she tapped my shoulder which now felt familiar somehow. Grace asked where Math was and I walked her to our next class, side by side. Our hands brushed a couple times but she didn't pull them back. I shoved them in my hoodie so it wouldn't happen again, otherwise I was going to go bright red. Grace complimented my hair saying she wish she could have my hair. I'm pretty sure she saw me grin even though I tried to hide it. She couldn't stop talking and I couldn't stop listening. It reminded me of a quote of Modern Family I saw on tumblr.
"There are dreamers in the world, and there are realists in the world. You'd think the dreamers would find the dreamers and the realists would find the realists but more often then not the opposite is true. You see the dreamers need the realists to keep them from soaring to close to the sun. And the realists? Well, without the dreamers they might not ever get off the ground."
I think she's a dreamer and I'm a realist. Grace is excited to be at school and meet new people because she's going to have a great time. She knows that because she's a dreamer. I, Hannah, am a realist. I've tried to have a great time and fallen flat on my ass. I don't try anymore because I know it won't work. And if that guy off of Modern Family is right, then we're going to end up together. Hopefully. Fingers crossed I guess.
