Anna Jane

Chapter: 2

You walked in to the cold classroom. Not cold by temperature, but with life. The floor was a spotted white, gray and grayish/blue. The desks was a light wood color and the chairs a color that used to be a clear red but was now more to a dark pink with grey. They had tried to add "decorations" by polluting up a poster on Mona Lisa.
Leonardo Da Vinci would have been so overwhelmingly happy that the work of his life was printed on a piece of paper and put up on the wall beside a "don't do drugs"-poster in a boring classroom.

You took your normal seat at the front row and sunk down in the chair, looking at Miss Evans as she greeted everyone as they entered the lifeless room.

"Hi Harry!" You heard Miss Evans, or Emily as her name was, say and you looked to see just Harry. He had advanced English? You asked your own self and looked at him with big eyes. Maybe it shouldn't surprise you but it did. You always tell yourself to not judge a book by it's cover but that, you had already done with Harry. He looked like that guy that looks nice but is a complete douche. Like he was a dick to every girl he met and that he treated his parents like shit.

He smiled awkwardly at Emily and then turned his head and his eyes met with yours. You looked away instantly and focused on your blue notebook at the desk before you. You heard him take the seat behind you and you felt annoyed. Did he have to sit so close? There always a bunch of empty seats in this class and he had to take the one behind you?

"Good afternoon everyone! Today we will talk about-" Emily turned around and picked up a white chalk and began to write on the old black board that they for some reason didn't change to a white board which was much more effective.

"Novels!" She wrote and turned and smiled to the class. She put the chalk down and wiped the dust of her fingers on her grey skirt.

"Who can tell me something about novels?" She asked and you could as good as hear people raising their hands behind you.

"Anna?" She asked you, of course. You who didn't even raise your hand. It was like reverse. The ones who didn't raise their hand wanted to answer.

You took a breath and hesitated if you would choose not to answer her question.

"A novel is a short story. Sometimes it's based on real events and sometimes it's fictional. It is very often categorized too. There is fantasy, teen fiction, none fiction, romance, adventure. It can be long or short, there's no rules on that. They're usually all alike. Boring beginning, sad middle and happy ending." You rambled on and by the time you were done Emily had sat down by her desk and folded her hands on top of the dark wood.

"Thank you Anna, this is great to know for our next, and actually only, project this semester. You will write a novel yourself. There are no rules really but I have this paper with a bit of information that you can use for help." She said and grabbed a small pile of paper from her desk and began to handle them out to everyone.
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"How was your afternoon?" Jonathan asked as you met by your lockers, he now wearing those fake, nerd glasses he sometimes had on. Why would you want to wear fake glasses? You will have to ask him.

"Not very interesting. In advanced English we found out we are writing a novel this semester and Harry was there. In literature we kept reading and talking about The Great Gatsby and Harry was there too..." You sighed and put your books in your locker, Jonathan mouthed "shut-up" and his jaw as good as dropped. Stop, Jonathan, you're embarrassing.

"Seriously? Didn't think he was smart enough for that." He said and had a surprised face underneath those nerd glasses. You walked out of school and stood there for a while, talking about nothing special.

"We'll talk later right?" He asked as his dads car drove up to the school. You nodded and gave him a thumbs up. He got in the car and waved you off.