Because we don't have lockers yet we can go straight to our first period. Jay and I have the same timetable luckily so we don't really have to leave each other. I would never admit this but because she's my closets friend im very happy to have her instead of someone else. We get along great.
We have English first with a pretty awesome teacher. He's hilarious. I walk into grade 11 english and immediately get a "your in my class again?! Oh this year is gonna be fun" look from my teacher. Mr. Loo is probably my most liked teacher here. That's an accomplishment in its own.
Jay and I sit down in the back and pull out our notebooks and pens.
"So you guys are probably wondering why I'm teaching grade 11 english. Well don't. Because you get me and no one else losers. " I smirk. Mr. Loo only usually teaches grade 10 and 12 but we got him. We must be a special class. I smirk to myself. I look around to see who's in my class and realize it's all the goth/pit kids in this class. How do you manage that? Oh well. That just means nobody will really talk to me which I appreciate.
The class is mainly introductions to the curriculum and about the teacher. We get handouts to fill out about ourselves. Yep, that's the whole entire class time. We'll other then getting our lockers. Jay and I share a big one. Yay no idiots. Second period is math. I have grade 10 math and Jay has grade 11. Oh well this will be fun. I get to tease the 10 ' s. I walk in and it's a new teacher I haven't seen before. Hmm.. thats wierd I thought I was going to have my grade 9 math teacher this year.. okay than. I hope I'm in the right class. I'm sit down in my assigned seat. I'm pretty sure im Inn the right class.. The tens are all looking at me like "oh my gosh she's gonna kill me". I smirk and stare back. They look away scared. Good. They better no talk to me.
The teacher starts talking.
"Alright so im guessing your all expecting miss meez, but she has been sent to another school for purposes im not aloud to say. So you get me. I'm miss lune. Yes the French word for moon. I would like to get to know your math abilities so please fill out this quiz." She hands it out and stops at me in the back far corner.
"Aren't you a little old to be in my class?"she smirks.
"Actually no. I'm only in grade 11, sorry I'm not a smart ass." I smile sweetly back.
She slams the page on my desk and walks away. Good. I dont like her either. It goes by and suddenly it's lunch. I head out to this pit and find jay. Shes with a group of people I don't know so I stand to this side and light up. I'm enjoying my smoke when this quite attractive guy comes up and asks for a smoke. I look at him and raise an eye brow.
"Depends on what grade your in" I comment
He smiles. "Grade 11, im new. My names Drew. What's yours?"
"im Sam. Here," I offer him a smoke and a lighter because he seems cool. He has flippy black hair and snake bites. He's stretching his ears too. Hmm.. I could maybe get used to this guy.
"What do you have next?" I ask.
"Uhmm.. auto" he sighs.
"So do I, I'll show you where that is." I say trying no to sound flirty. Geez. Flirting is overrated.
"Oh okay thanks" he smiles.
We stand out there talking and joking around for the rest of lunch. Yes I can joke around. Doesn't mean I do it often but I do do it. We walk to auto together and I realize this is the first person that has shown interest in talking to me since grade 9..
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Anti - social Outcast
Teen FictionI'm me. Take it or leave it. I dont care if you like me or not. I dont tell people about me. nobody knows my story and nobody will. That's what's Liz has always thought untill she meats Shane. Will he change her? Will she finally let someone in? Or...
