I walk into my third period class, sluggishly. My teacher, Mrs. Angie I believe, looks at me horridly.
"Your 5th tardy this week! 1 more and I will be seeing you in dentention Mr. Clifford," she says.
I scoff, not caring at all, and find my way to my seat. Taking out my notebook and pen, I begin doodling. This class is so boring I think to myself. Tired of drawing, I decide to glance around the classroom. Same dirty steel chairs as every other classroom. Same dirty chalk board and horribly wobbily desks. I look at every students bored facial expressions, when I see her. I've never seen her before...
Brown curly locks tied up into a ponytail. Black thick framed glasses highly perched on her freckled nose. She is reading some long novel. On her desk is a fully written notebook page, meaning all her classwork is finished. As if he sensed me, the mysterious girl looks up from her novel, and glances around the room. Her eyes finally stop at mine. Not even trying to mask my glances, I continue staring. She stares at me for a while, then returns to her book. This is when the bell rings, meaning the beginning of the next period. I grab my belongings, and make my way to the hallways.
Chloe's P.O.V
Finally, third period, I say to myself as I make my way to Mrs. Angie's literature class. Next period was lunch and I was starving! I sit down in my seat, and look on the chalk board.
*Complete a summary on how you concieve the quote 'Know Thyself'*
I quickly write down my summary. This is easy, I thought while basically completing the assignment. After 10 min, I was finally done, and could begin my latest novel "The Grapes of Wrath." About 20 minutes into my book, I hear Mrs. Angie speak, "Your 5th tardy..." Whatever. Probably some doof coming into class late again. I continued my book until I felt as if someone was staring at me. I looked around the classroom when I saw the culprit. A boy, with purple hair. He had a eyebrow ring, and a red flannel. He was complely and utterly stunning. Except, he kind of looked scary. As if he would punch you in the face for looking at him too long. I quickly looked back at my book and continued reading. After hearing the bell ring, I grabbed my stuff, and continued to lunch.
The hallways were crowded. People pushed, and shoved. I scooted my way to the cafeteria. Grabbing a tray, I headed for the lunch line. I chose tuna sald, grapes, a brownie, and chocolate milk. Looking for a place to sit, I notice the same boy from class waving me over to his empty table.
