Miss Goody Two Shoes

MGTS- First Day pt. 2

The first two periods of class went by really slow.

I didn't mind too much because I already made a few friends in each class.

How? I don't know either.

So here's how my schedule goes:

1. Math

2. English

3. History

4. Chorus

5. Biology

6. Art

7. Phychology

I walk into my 3rd period class and look around, there's only three people in the class. Which means I'm early. Score!

I take a seat in the middle of the classroom with plenty of distance between the other kids in the class.

After about one minute or two, the classroom is almost completely filled.

"So you're new?" a guy, blonde hair and brown eyes, turns to me and smiles.

I smile back "Yeah, first day here"

Why am I so awkward?

He laughs then turns away and starts texting on his phone.

Just as I'm about to ask for his name, the bell rings.

I turn my attention towards the front of the classroom.

The teacher walks in a types stuff on his computer for about two minutes.

Then he stands up strait and begins speaking.

"Yesterday we learned about Charlemagne and how he w-" the teacher stops talking as a guy walks in.

My eyes widen and I look down quickly.

"Zachary, do you have an excuse for why you are late?"

"Mrs. Renn had me hole punch some papers after class"

"And that took more than 7 minutes" the teacher sounded slightly annoyed.

"It was a large stack of paper" I look up to see him smirking at the teacher.

The teacher hesitates, but eventually nods "Take a seat"

My eyes scan the room and notice all the seats are taken..

Except for the one right next to me.

I pretend to not notice him as he rests upon the seat then sits down.

The teacher continues speaking about Charlemagne and his legacy, but my listening skills are disrupted when something nudges on my foot.

I look down to my foot then see another foot quickly pull away.

I look to see where the foot went and look up.

I raise my eyebrow at Zac for playing footises and he just winks at me.

I roll my eyes, once again, then turn my attention to the teacher.

But I feel something nudge my foot again.

I don't bother to check this time, my eyes shoot up to look at Zacs' but see his looking away innocently as he clicks his tongue.

Again, I turn my attention back to the teacher.

I feel his foot nudging mine again.

Slightly irritated I turn to him and whisper "Can you stop?"