She's Back

five: who do you think you are?

It's been a week since I've been at Eastside Secondary. Nothing interesting really happened other than the second day of school, everyone actually showed up which means I got see who I would have class with for the semester.

I pretty much have all the guys in my classes, you know the ones that act like they own the school.

Mateo the only one Rosalie or Alexis didn't get to describe that day, happen to be in my Math class.

Alexis said he is Hispanic, from Peru. He has tan skin with dark brown eyes and jet black hair makes Rosalie melt, Alexis's words, not mine. He keeps his hair short but styled perfectly and he seems to be about 6'2". I notice he has sleeves just like Damian expect Alexis said Mateo got his sleeves recently. Apparently, he is really smart but they all missed school so much last year, they didn't get to graduate.

Alexis didn't explain why the guys missed school. I guess she didn't know.

Rosalie has also given me a little description on that arrogant, irrelevant... little...

"I'm a nice person. I'm a nice person,"I whisper to myself. I'm not going to say anything else about her, other than what Rosalie explained.

Well, Miss Ava Marie Laurent was born in France and moved to Canada when she was seven. Although she lived in France for almost seven years, she can't speak French.

I know, it didn't make sense to me either, especially because the teacher's teach you French here.

Anyways, she has platinum blonde hair that is always curled with dark brown eyes. She wears a decent amount of make up for her fair-ish skin tone. By decent I mean she doesn't "cake her face". She seem as if she is about 5'5", but since she wears like three or four inch heels she becomes my height or taller. She is really skinny because she claims she's going to be a "future model". Well, I mean, I wish her luck.

In my opinion, she'll probably make a better photographer than model, since I've seen her pictures, but you know, that's what she wants to do with her life.

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I walk into English and take my regular seat next to Rosalie. Everleigh didn't show up today. She says she's sick but I think she didn't come because she didn't do her homework.

My teacher had left the room to handle something important. So I pulled out one of my favourite poetry books, Milk and Honey, to start reading but someone tapped my shoulder. I turn to my left to see Axel sitting in Everleigh's seat.

"Hello," he waves as he continues.

"My name's Axel, if you didn't know. I seen we have some classes together so I thought I'd introduce myself. Well that and I'm so bored, my friends won't entertain me," he complains.

"Uhhh I don't know if I'm gonna be any help to you. Why don't you just play a game on your phone or bother them?" I ask.

"Well, I would play a game on my phone but Damian broke it, and they won't listen to me. They want to actually 'pay attention' and all that boring stuff. Plus Carlisle is kind of a loser-"

"I can hear you dumbass!" Carlisle shouts at the other end of the classroom.

I gasp, "language!" I yell back.

"That's not even a bad word," Carlisle shouts back laughing.

"Well in my book it's bad," I shout back at him.

Mateo and Carlisle laugh as Damian continues to stare at his phone.

"I think someone's in trouble," I chuckle, as a see Carlisle walking over to us. Axel scrunch's his eyebrows pretending to be upset but ends up laughing at the end.