Beware of the B

Chapter One

"This is our new student, Sariah." I impassively scanned the room looking at the unfamiliar faces covered with unbothered expressions. "Sariah, why don't you introduce yourself to the class, so we can get to know you better."

There it goes. The inevitable 'tell us about yourself.' Because I'm always moving, I've encountered this moment more times than I could count, but that doesn't mean I was used to it. I really wish I could fast forward pass these moments, but wishes never come true.

"Uh, my name is Sariah Queens. I'm seventeen years old and uhhh," I paused and look around at the bored expressions on everyone's faces. Clearly, they weren't interested and neither was I, "That's basically it."

"Come on, there has to be something else you can give us. What are your hobbies, favorite movies, something that sets you apart from everyone else?" The teacher, Ms. Jones, asked enthusiastically. Though I just met her, something tells me this ray of sunshine act isn't an act all. Who's this energetic this early in the morning? Looking over her attire, only thing I could think was 'wow'. Her clothes definitely matched her peppy attitude. They were literally so bright that I was tempted to shield my eyes.

"OK," I stopped for a moment to think, "I like to eat, so that's a hobby. Everyone says it's not, but when have everyone ever been right? Never. I don't care much for people," I looked around at my peers, who looked semi-interested now, "If anyone here has the urge to talk to me, don't. I don't do friendships. That doesn't mean that I'll be a total bit-, I mean bad person, it just means, I don't want to be bothered unless it is completely necessary. I don't have the time or patience for meaningless conversations. Also, I hate these exercises because for one, I know none of you care enough about me to want to hear about my 'hobbies' and I don't care about telling you who I am and what I do in my spare time because frankly, it's not of your business," I turned back towards Ms. Jones, "Is that all?" To add effect, I gave her a big, fake smile.

She clears her throat and directs me to where I would be sitting. While she did so, the smile she wore, faltered and the happy bubble she was in, seemed to pop. Oops, Did I do that?

Most of the students were probably thinking, 'wow, she's such a bitch.' Well if that's what they call bitching, they haven't seen anything yet. There's more bitchiness where that came from, and one of these students, that's constantly glancing at me, might get an introduction to it.

I understand that they're interested in the new student, but damn, do they have to stare? They're looking at me as if I was strutting down the hall completely naked. As that thought crossed my mind, I looked down just to make sure I was indeed clothed. Knowing me, I could never be too sure.

I looked at my schedule, realizing that I had AP Calculus next. 'Kill me now' I thought. I hate math. I hate it so much. I hate the person who created it. I hate the person who decided that kids should learn it. I hate them all but oddly, I was good at it.

I continued my hate rant as I made it to the class. I prayed that the teacher doesn't ask me to introduce myself, even though the students seemed to be entertained by my introduction earlier. I don't know why and when news of my rant made it around the school, but somehow it did and was the talk of the hall. If this is the type of entertainment these students enjoyed, they really needed to get a life and visit the outside world more.

Class was already in session when I entered. I walked over to the man who I assumed to be the teacher and introduced myself.

"Ahh, Ms. Queens, nice of you to join us," he said with a cold expression, "Since it's your first day, I won't penalize you, but don't make this a habit. I don't tolerate tardiness."

I restrained myself from rolling my eyes. So, he's one of those teachers. "Yes, sir," I replied adding in a salute which gained a few chuckles. He glared and directed me to my seat. I guess I just made teacher enemy number two. Lucky me.