Chapter 1
“Okay, you're papers are arrange from highest to lowest, the result of you quiz is really good, someone got perfect.” Miss Rizza was grinding from ear to ear. As for me I am not listening. I know what I got and I know who got the highest.
“Let us give Miss Veronica Spain a round of applause for getting a perfect score from the last quiz.” Veronica is our class’ top student. She has the looks and the brain. She is also good in sports and is playing violin. She is very famous not only in our class but also for the entire school campus. She is our current student council president and is managing the whole school.
Veronica stood from beside me. our sitting arrangements in this subject is really unusual. Unlike other classes where students has the freedom to sit on any seat they want or assigned seat they are, this subject seating arrangements depends on the score you got from the last quiz. So if you got the perfect score or the high score you are seated at the back on the very end of the row near the window. The second one follow and then until the last one who got the lowest seats at the chair at the front near the teachers table.
“Our second highest is Miss Tangerine Potter, who only miss a point” Miss Rizza was still grinning from ear to ear. “So basically she would have got perfect if she did have that 1 point.” She mumbled.
Right, my name is Tangerine. My parents basically didn’t care how they gave me my name ad I never ask. This subject is one of our major subjects. Obviously I am a college student. I don’t usually go with people. So nobody actually knew me. They just get along with me because I have my home works done or we have reports to do. I just transferred to this school a year ago. My parent where going to work somewhere else so I need to enter a boarding house or some sort of like that.
My boarding house is actually where I feel like human. My board mates are one of a kind. There are about 6 people living inside the boarding house including me. All of us have conflicting schedule so we don’t usually see each other. We treat each other like family so there is no actual problem. Since I just transferred I actually didn’t meet everyone. Out of 5 people I only met 2.
The bell rang and everyone rush out. I was just sitting until everyone got out. It is really logical, why do I need to rush out and collide with everyone outside when I can just wait for them to disappear? I don’t need to struggle and say “Excuse me” and “Sorry” to whoever is pass by or even push.
I was fixing my bag when I notice someone with me inside the classroom. I just glace at her.
“You know you don’t need to distance yourself and make yourself second Tangerine, I know you did that on purpose.” Miss Rizza said, she looks at me intently.
“Did what?” I said innocently.
“Oh nothing, any person can misspell the word ‘wheat’ but definitely not the person who got almost perfect and change her answer into ‘whaet’.”
I just smiled at her and said “Well that person just forgot the spelling so we don’t need to argue about this. If you’ll excuse me Ma’am” I smiled apologetically and left. I went straight to my locker and got some books I need for our practicum tomorrow.
I went straight home and just walk in the door without knocking. We have this tradition of writing something on a board near the door so that others inside the house will know you are home. I just wrote “I am home smiley face” and went straight to my room.
The boarding house is a 3 story building and a roof top. Girl’s rooms are located on the top floor and boys rooms on the second floor. The first floor consists of the kitchen and the living room. My room is located on the on the right wing of the building. That would be on the end of the hall way. Next my room is Vivian Rosette Cornwell, she is a freshmen on the same school I am attending. She is a Biology major so we don’t usually go on topics between our majors. She is such a very good girl with good grades. Her looks also is far from ordinary, it is intimidating. She has long natural curly brunette hair and a pair of deep brown orbs. I always hear her name as I pass by their building.
On the left wing of the house is a mini library, well I am guessing the entire student inside this house is really good on their academics because books inside the library looks overuse. Near the library is the room of the owner of the house, our land lady Miss Rizza Cornwell. A nice guess, she is the aunt of Vivian. They are really close. The two of them stand as my sisters as I stay in this boarding house. As I have said earlier, Miss Rizza is my professor in one of my major subject even though she treats me as a sister she is monster inside the classroom or anything related her subject. She never gave me special treatment is will not turn a blind eye if I deserve to fail which is very impossible since I always get second best inside the class and on other subjects. My classmates also know about it but never complain because they know me enough. I have a pride higher than anyone else and I can’t settle just being okay I need to be really good but well I want second which no one knows why.
I have a good reputation, good enough so that others don’t notice me too well. I am just okay with it. Just let Veronica take everything but I don’t care. You may say that I have a very boring life but I actually love it. I love my life, just being at peace, No one disturbing my silent and smooth flowing life.
On the second floor are 3 guys. I don’t know them. I never saw them for the past year I have been staying here. I don’t really care but as I enter the door and look at the board where we write our notes I keep on being distracted on a very fine penmanship. It is a gentle handwriting. I know it is one of the 3 because I saw Miss Rizza’s and Vivian’s hand writing and it is far from the delicate handwriting I saw.
