Lady Of The Church

A New Year

Jill had her dark, black hair straightened this morning and actually took the time to do her make-up somewhat well. For no occasion specifically, just another boring day at school. School was never the most pleasant, but at least today was Friday. Claire had came and picked her up this morning.

It was the beginning of October and school had already started and everything was settling into place. Leaves had begun changing colors and dropping to the ground. The temperatures always cool and crisp, just how Jill liked it. The colder, the better.

Graymoor High School. Home to the teenaged monsters that ran rampant in this pathetic town. Girls dressed like inappropriate twenty year olds, sixteen year old boys acted like they were four, the teachers couldn't care less about that students and it was obvious when they had favorites, and the principal was just atrocious.

"Can't believe we have no classes together this year!" Claire said.

"I have absolutely no friends in any of my classes this year. I'm taking Chemistry and Geometry this year!" Jill exclaimed. "I'm going to fail, but on the bright side I have music classes. I'm taking theatre class. I mean, we're like all friends in that class."

Also, guess whose locker is next to Jill's this year!

"Hey, Austin," Jill awkwardly greeted him as he came by.

"Hello," he said. "Where are you going?"

"Theatre class," she'd always answer.

"Ready for Chem later?" he'd always ask next.

"No," Jill answered. She got her stuff for the rest of the morning and closed her locker as Austin closed his. "Bye, Austin."

"Goodbye."

Same conversations all the time. The awkward moments. That boy was the epitome of how one could be so amazingly attractive and still shy and awkward at the same time. Oh the frustration.

Jill went to theatre class and sat by herself in the back of the room like she did since the first day of school in every class she took. Everyone left her alone anyway because of another student in this class, Biq Nandel, that she was known to have a toxic relationship with. However, there was a new kid to Graymoor High this year that seemed to take a liking to her and made sure she was not alone.

His name was Sherman Goody, son of the famous Reverend Goody. But unlike his father, he didn't exactly ooze sex appeal and attract every woman in sight to be all over him like flies on poop.

"Hi Jill!" he excitedly said to her when he saw her this morning.

"Hey Sherman," she said and then yawned. "I'm really tired."

"I'm really tired, too. I think it's because last night there was a cricket that kept chirping by my window and it wouldn't stop. It always does that and I just want to shoot it and..."

Sherman had a bad habit of rambling on about stuff that nobody really cared about. When Jill first heard that their new classmate was going to be the preacher's son, she was already planning on him being her new crush. But with ginger hair, a nasally voice, glasses, and no sense of style, he was more along the lines of staying just her friend.

But the one thing he had going for him were his eyes. Bright blue eyes. Ocean eyes, if you will.

Sherman was Jill's number one improv buddy in this class. He understood her strange sense of humor. He was her brand of weird, if you catch my drift. And he was quite down for anything she suggested even beyond this class.