Amarantha

Chapter 2

Mrs Chipper's English lecture was just as boring as any other day of listening to her dry, monotone voice blankly stating obvious things for two hours straight. No one in the class could bear to muster even a yawn or a sigh out of fear of an instant detention. That was until an obnoxiously loud yawn broke the rough silence, I checked to see Mrs Chipper with her back to us, somehow not noticing the yawn; I turn to see who it was, only to see the boy from the other end of the corridor leaning on the back wall staring blankly at the white board. Was he a visitor? He shoots a quick glance at me and winks; it seemed to pierce straight through me.

"Miss Pororoca, the board's not at the back is it?" I whip my head back to the front, realizing that Mrs Chipper was about to hand out our homework for this term's holidays. As Mrs Chipper continued to sort the assignment I wandered why she didn't ask him to sit down. He wasn't training to be a teacher, he was far too young. In fact, it seemed that he was about our age.

As soon as the lunch bell rang I headed to our table, where everyone else was rushing, also. I take a seat next to Joel who is looking at our school's 'top tier table' in disgust.

"Your sister still hanging with them?" I question as I dig through my bag to get to my leftover pasta. He sighs and averts his eyes from the table, giving a simple nod as his reply. His sister, Macey was one of the most unpopular girls at her last school but when she entered this school, she began splurging on all sorts of unhealthy cosmetics and had climbed her way to the popular kids. At home, too; she's began ignoring Joel more and more because of his standing in our 'Loserville'. I look towards the table, at Abbie, the most popular girl, who is completely all over Lucas who just happens to be my ex. Owen distracts us by making mocking hand gestures, getting a small giggle from us all.

"What about that new boy?" I enquire curiously, "He could be popular." I gesture to him who's sat on a small table with a few other kids. The others look at him and then send me a confused look, mixed with slight concern (from Owen, at least).

"What are you on about?" Lucy mocks slightly, "There's no one sat there." Her face showing honesty. I look back and sure enough, he's there, head down in his phone. I once again assure them that he's there but they just look at me blankly until Lucy speaks again, "Amara, are you good? You're going to end up like 'dead fish Molly'." She glances at Molly who's sat outside with her head in some books. I assure them I'm fine before burying myself in my lunch and my confusion.