I walk inside the school. I dislike it, but hey, I'm at least going to get a better education here. The brown, red, and orange leafs crunch underneath my converse I've had for a couple years. I am rather short, and chubby, and I basically wear the same thing every day. Black converse, blue jeans, and a black hoodie with my favorite band, Queen, on the front. I sit down on the creaky wooden bench. I always have anxiety sitting on it, it makes me feel like I'm going to break it, if I keep my fat ass on it for too long. I pull out my notebook and my favorite ink pen that makes me feel much more professional than I actually am. I tap it against the side of the notebook trying to get ideas to write for a story. Tip. Tap. Tip. Tap. Ugh.. nothing! I ended up pressing the pen against the paper for too long, causing the ink to stain the page in one giant and messed up dot. My feet tap to the beat of my heart. Thump thump. Thump thump. Just like a drum. I sigh and place my notebook back in my bag.
Maybe next time..
The bell rings. That damn bell. What a killjoy. I slug over to my first period. Math with Mr. Hyat. He's a strict and intimidating man. I don't like him like many of the kids who have his class. I pull out my Math binder and flip to the warm up.
Easy?
Math isn't my strong suit. I'm normally better at ELA and Science. I don't even know how I passed this class in my first year of high school. Well, I'm a sophomore so I guess that doesn't matter anymore. My friend, Connor, waves at me from the other side of the room. He's the class clown, always asking silly questions just to get a good laugh. He brightens up my day, and knows how to cheer me up even when the worst has happened. I wave back at him, giving him a smile. He smiles back. I look back at my warm up, each equation getting into my head and leaving a permanent stamp. The dull room wasn't helping with all the colors entering my mind. I slump down in my seat, and tap my pencil. Tip. Tap. Tip. Tap.
"Miss Evelyn, please stop tapping your pencil." Mr. Hyat yells at me. Ugh.. I hate it when teachers call me by my last name. I just want to be called Sidney or Sid. I don't care. I'm not proud of my last name, for many reasons in fact. Whatever.. I'll deal with it. I doodle on the side of my paper. Cute swirls and tiny people fill the corner, going down slides of dreams and happiness. Man, I wish I could just draw anything I wanted and I got it. I caught myself dozing off again as I snap into focus from a loud screech from across the room. The chalkboard. Another killjoy. I don't understand why he still has a chalkboard. I mean, they have things called SmartBoards now. I roll my eyes as the piercing noise of the chalk hitting against the board, enter my ears in loud and unpleasant movements.
Can't wait for class to end.
Hey buds, I'm writing in order of class times. Like 1st, 2nd, 3rd, 4th, 5th, 6th, and 7th block. Anyways, hoped you enjoyed this story so far. Love you~
