Chapter Two- What's With Him?

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Me and Shanti walked into Language class ten minutes late. The Language teacher was in the middle of introducing himself and didn't even notice us. We stood there awkwardly for several minutes. 

"Oh! Late students!" He took out a book, "And your names are?" We stared at him, well this is a jolly teacher. And a weird one too, aren't we supossed to get detention? Not that I'm saying I want to.... but-

"Sir, I am Shanti Sanchez, and this is Lisi Sparta," He smiled at me, 

"You're the famous Lisi Sparta? and Shanti Sanchez, one of her faithful sidekicks," Shanti looked offended, "I prefer friend. please." she said tightly," He nodded, "Of course, of course,  and I am Carl Morgan, your new language teacher, now take some seats if there are anymore," 

Shanti walked quickly walked to where a boy was offering a seat beside him on the left. Some other boys were offering their seats and I  nearly took one until I saw a perfect seat at the back, where I could text all day long, sleep, and what do you know? Smoke some weed (jokes). I thanked the boys who offered and walked to the 'perfect seat'. I sat down and looked at the kid beside me. I yelped and he looked at me stonily. I blushed and looked away. 

It was the scary kid again.

 Wow. How surprising.He has a way with blending into the shadows (more evidence he could be the spawn of Satan).

I wish I had taken the other boys' seat instead, because this guy gives me the absolute creeps.

Like ABSOLUTE creeps... Wait.. is he staring at me? I looked over slowly and saw I was correct. He was staring at me... what the hell...

 I started to bite on my nails nervously and tried not to scream at him. I watched Mr Morgan teach instead, hoping for the boy to move his gaze away from me. Then finally. He did.

Mr.Morgan taught like a master using synonyms and prepositions only teenagers would know. He laughed at what he said when he accidentally made it sound dirty and perverted. He was a brilliant teacher, he insisted we all call him Carl or Uncle C. The one-hour class went by quickly and we never got any homework. The bell rang and the room filled out. Shanti came up to me,

"THAT. WAS. SO. FUN!!!" she shouted, "I never knew English was fun! Wait, I sound like a nerd, oh well, what you got next,"
I looked at my time table, "Science with Miss Lipinksy in the lab, you?" Shanti pouted,
"Awww.... I have math next, but see you at lunch!" I nodded and tried to find room 323

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