Days of my High school-A bit salty a bit sweet.

MEETING MISS PERFECT

"Excuse me" my voice cracked, making all the heads turn towards me.

Looks like I interrupted the class.

The teacher threw me a disgusting look and continued the class again. Not knowing what to do I stood there silently. Back in America, we used to just get into class and take our seats. What I have gotten myself into. I sighed.

After a whole waiting of 20 minutes, I was asked to get in.

"Are you a new student?" she queried.

"Yes Ma'am" I curtly replied and made my way towards the empty seat in the corner.

"I didn't give permission to you to sit" she countered.

"Where are your letters?" she asked.

Oh! the one which principal Mandel gave me. Here you can have it. I wanted to say but not even a single word slipped out of my mouth. Its as if a cat got my tongue. Maybe because I was receiving weird stares.

"I don't repeat myself, do you have letters or not?" she snapped her fingers.

I politely gave her what she wanted and finally was about to sit.

"Don't you have any manners? You have to take my permission to sit" she stated.

What?! What's wrong with everyone here? It feels like I am in an asylum, not in some school.

"Look at you, you didn't tuck your shirt, left your hair loose, with those nasty wrist bands, and not to forget that disgusting cap on your head and where is your coat? You are supposed to wear shoes, not boots? You don't even know how to groom?" she insulted me in front of the class.

Now, don't pick up a fight with me with fashion and grooming, you will be stuck into the never-ending debate.

"Well hair is kind of inspired from Vogue magazine models, and this wrist bands are the latest trend, and this is not just any cap its flat cap from Larose, I am a baseball player and I found this goes best with the outfit and about the coat it looks crap with the uniform and the shoes they don't go well with outfit. Everyone in America loves my style. I even worked as an intern in Mauve modelling agency, now I think I don't need any special lecture on how to groom myself" I wanted to say, but who want to fight on their first day of school?

Already I had enough extra classes. I don't want to dig my own grave.

She hit the wrong button, I agree she is someone elder to me, if she doesn't like anything, she can just tell me in person, I would at least try to listen to her but instead, she tries to make a joke out me, I don't bear such crap. Everyone in this world is born with certain talent and one has to respect one's wishes. Ever since I am here, I had enough of this sh **, now I am not going to bear this anymore. I almost starved ever since I arrived here. Food and fashion are something without which I cannot live.

"Is my face a Picasso art?" I heard her high-pitched voice.

Yours? Definitely not. With your crap fashion taste, leave about Picasso, it is not even worth calling my art.

"Why are you staring at me?! I asked you to sit 5 minutes ago" she retorted.

First that Butters Worth, next Principal Mandal, then that White guy, now this lady. What I have gotten myself into.

Only God knows how long my patience would last?

With that, I slumped on a chair and turned to another side only to find Monty wink at me with a never-ending smirk.

"Hi! Emi, I am Avery "the girl beside me smiled.

"Hi!" my tongue could manage to say.

She had a dusky complexion with silky straight brunette hair, which is just below her shoulder.