we walked around the halls as he explained where all my classes were. he looked kinda nervous, i guess he was just a shy person.
"so where are you from?" he turned to me and gave a small smile.
"uhhh well, i was born in louisiana, but my father's job takes us basically all over the country." i ran my fingers along the wall, i didn't look at him, and didn't want to.
"oh, that must be hard.." he looked as though he didn't know how to respond.
"yeah" i could feel him looking at me, trying to find conversation but we had arrived to our class. i turned to him and waited for him to knock, he was blocking the door so i couldn't really do it myself.
"i guess we should go in," i shrugged. "unless you just want to sit here and stare-"
"oh right" he knocked and scratched the back of his neck, "sorry 'bout that" he looked away from me at the ground then towards the door, waiting for it to be opened.
"its fine" i smirked as i walked through the now opened door.
"hello miss sawer!" the teacher proudly stated to the whole class.
"hi" i waved and started to find a seat.
"wait, wouldn't you like to introduce yourself?" he tilted his head as if he was waiting for an answer.
"uh, im celeste sawer" i nodded and hurried to the last open seat, which happend to be by tour boy.
he smiled and i replied with a weak one, sinking into my chair.
"oh well, it's nice to have you joining us." he weakly smiled and started his english lesson. he began with a rant that i really didn't pay attention to, instead i doodled on my paper.
"omar! are you with us?" the teacher had called tour boy, or omar out. i wasn't paying attention so i didn't know why, but neither did he.
"uhhh, i'm sorry sir but i don't know?" he dragged out his last word, looking at the board trying to find an answer.
"what a shame... detention!" omar sank in his chair and tried to hide his blushed face with his hand.
"celeste! what about you?" damn.
"uh sir, i don't even know what we're reading." i tried not to sound sarcastic, but that's how it came out.
"oh? i don't think i asked for the smartass comment. detention!" is this guy serious? i frowned and continued doodling on my paper. i felt omar's and the rest of the classes eyes on me, but i paid them no attention.
the day went by quicker than expected and the rest of my teachers were actually really nice. i was on my way to detention which was in the library, i kind of liked detention in the library because the librarian usually doesn't care what you do, but that's just from experience.
i opened the door to a beautiful library, it was very large and had a rounded roof with hand painted detailing. i saw omar sitting at one of the wood tables that were spread around the library, i decided to sit across from him. i didn't see the harm in it, i was going to go take a nap anyway.
