"I'm fine" ...
A new girl has started the same school as Jack, Raf and Miko. But who is she?
No one seems to notice her and when they do, they just whisper things to their friends.
She wore many scars, some deep, some minor. Not that anyone notice...
I walk down the hall way to find locker 127. My locker.
"124 ... 125 ... 126" I count them off aloud in a whisper. "Uh hu! 127, Gotcha!"
I got a top locker, thank God. I look at my time table. "First up, History." I place my skate board and headphones in my locker then lock it up. Keeping my bag on my shoulder as I head to 11B, my home room. I enter the room and look around the class. Guess who was there. The kids from earlier.
"Right class, settle down. We have a new student joining us." The teacher gestured to me.
'Here we go' I was a bit nervous.
"Tayla Bishop, would you mind telling us a bit about yourself." He asked. Although it was more of an order.
"Uh, hi, I'm Tayla, Tayla Bishop. I like to do Parkour, Skate boarding, climbing... basically anything that's a challenge. I also like to read, draw and write." On the outside, I looked cool as ice, but on the inside, I was screaming at myself not to give anything away, like who my dad was, who my family is, where I live, all that sort of stuff.
"Thank you Tayla, please choose a seat."
I nod and walk around the aisle of seats. A boy with orange hair caught the corner of my eye.
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He was looking at me up and down and licking his lips. What a perv. I spot a seat next to Miko, and far away from this ... Pervert. I roll my eyes and sit down placing my bag next to my desk.
"Alright class, can anyone tell me what we know about..." Began our teacher.
We were only in the first seconds of school and I already zoned out. I was looking out the window, counting the cars as they passed on by. My head in my hand.
"Ms Bishop" says the teacher. He must of noticed I was spaced out.
"Hm? Yes sir?" I say sitting up straight.
"Can you name the most famous battle of 1346?"
To easy, "Crecy Sir" I simply start, then I go into more detail. "26 of August 1346, it was an English victory during the Edwardian phase of the Hundred Years' War." Everyone turned and looked at me p, mouths wide open. I just played with my pencil, still looking at our shocked teacher. He obviously didn't expect me to get it right....
"Y-yes" he stuttered "well, then" he clears his throat, "please, pay attention in my class."
I didn't really have to listen to him. I already knew everything he was talking about. So instead I pretended I was listening.
After this class I had math, which wasn't so bad, if the teacher would stop making Dad jokes. Then I had English and the teacher was really nice and a bit of a savage to students who didn't behave. I was just coming back from P.E, sports, by far the best subject, me and the sports teacher hit it off right away. He ran every lesson like a military base.
