The Shy Type

Chapter 1

"Wake up! Time for school!" My mom yells at me as she peaks in my room.

"I'm up." I say with my raspy morning voice.

She leaves my room and goes back to what she was doing. I practically roll out of bed because I am not happy to be awake at five o'clock in the morning.

It's the first day of senior year. Thank goodness I can graduate this year and get away from all those annoying people at school. I only have one friend and she has been my best friend since elementary school. Her name is Lauren Brooks. She is very outgoing and I am not. I am what you call the shy type. I don't talk to a lot of people. Only when I have to.

I finish getting ready and grab a poptart from the kitchen before catching the bus.

I arrive at school and see Lauren waiting for me outside. She gasps and waves frantically at me with a big smile. I giggle and walk over to her.

"Hey bestie!" She says before giving me a hug.

"Hey Laur!" I say wrapping my arms around her.

"Oh my gosh!" She says while pulling away.  "I saw a really cute boy walk in a couple minutes ago. I think he's new."

Oh no. Here we go again.

"Lauren. Promise me you won't do what you did to the new kid last year. "

"Oh come on Abby. All I did was walk up to him and introduced myself."

"You forgot try to set me up with him."

"Oh yeah! That failed so badly!" She laughs.

"How could you not tell that he was gay?" I laugh. "He was wearing skinny jeans!"

"I thought it was the new trend!"

I laugh and shake my head.

"Come on. Let's go see if this new kid is gay." She says as she walks towards the door.

"Lauren!" I say following her.

Luckily, we don't find the new kid.
We go to cafeteria and compare schedules.

"First is Physics, second is English, third is Calculus, fourth is Art, fith is Spanish, sixth is World Civ." I tell Lauren.

"We have first, fourth, and sixth together!" She says.

"Yay!"

We both giggle.

The bell rings to go to first period.  Physics. We find the classroom and pick seats next to each other in the back left-hand corner.

We watch as our classmates come in and pick their seats. People I do and don't know.

Of course, the brats of our school walk in. Brat number three, Candice Brown, brat number two, Jade Davis, and the leader of the brat squad, brat number one, Rachael Mullins.
Lauren looks at me and rolls her eyes. I let out a sigh.

The bell rings to start class.

"Hello class!" Our teacher says while closing the door. "I am Mr. Wright." He says with a smile.

He looks like the one teacher that everyone loves. Young, maybe mid thirties, tall, slim, you know, that teacher.

"Let's go over our class rules."

It is almost the end of class when there is a knock on the door. Mr. Wright opens the door.

"Good morning Mrs. Lawson." He says.

Mrs. Lawson is our school counselor.

"Good morning Mr. Wright. We have a new student! His name is Michael."

"Hello Michael! Come on in and choose a seat!"

Michael walks in and looks around the class.

Lauren gasps and hits my arm.

"Ow!" I say rubbing where she hit me.

"That's him!" She whispers. "The cute guy I saw earlier!"

Oh no.

"Should I ask him to sit over here?" She asks with a big smile.

"No!" I whisper yell.

She pouts.

"Michael, you know where my office is. Come see me if you need me. Ok?"

Michael nods with a grin.

"Hey Michael!" Rachel says as she stands up.

She has that look on her face like every mean girl in a movie ever claiming her territory.

"I'm Rachel. I can show you around if you want!"

Michael grins. "Thanks."

"That was very nice of you Rachel." Mr. Wright says.

Lauren looks at me with a frown. I shrug.

Michael sits next to Rachel and the brat squad. Mr.Wright continues talking.

The bell rings and I go to my next class, English. My teacher, Mrs. Wilson, goes over the class rules and procedures like every teacher.

The bell rings and I go to my next class. Everyone's favorite, calculus. I walk in and see the teacher. Oh no. I can tell automatically I am not going to enjoy this class. The teacher looks like the cranky fifty-year-old man that doesn't let anyone talk. Wich is not a problem for me, of course, but you know what I mean.

I find a seat in the back corner and pull out my small sketch book and doodle while I wait for the bell to ring.

Someone sits next to me. I don't bother to look at who it is.

"Woah." A boy says. "That's really cool."

I ignore them because I know they are probably not talking to me.

"Hello?"

Is he talking to me? I decide to look up and see who he is talking to. He is looking at me with a grin.

"Hey!" He says.

Oh. He was talking to me. I give him a grin and go back to drawing.

"Oh I see." He says. "You're mute."

I look up at him with a confused look and shake my head.

He chuckles. "I'm just kidding."

I roll my eyes with a grin and look back down at my drawing of a snow leopard, one of my favorite animals.

"My name's Ethan. What's yours?"

Ugh. He's not going to leave me alone is he.

"Abigail." I say quietly.

"That's a pretty name for a pretty girl."

I giggle and shake my head. Isn't that what all guys say?

"What?" He asks with a slight chuckle.

I skake my head and go back to drawing.

The bell rings and class starts.