Brooke’s P.O.V
*9 months later*
September 15, 2012
7:45 a.m.
‘I can’t believe I’m back here. I shouldn’t have done homeschooling last year, everyone’s looking at me. Just ignore them, you don’t care Brooke, you don’t care.’ I say to myself right after I slam my locker. It’s my last, first say of High school. I shouldn’t have been homeschooled last year, because now everyone is staring at me. I’ll just put on my ‘I-don’t-give-a-damn-what-you-think-about-me-look’ face on.
After two minutes of walking, I finally find my way to my first period class; English.
“Sit anywhere, go ahead, sit anywhere.” my English teacher Mr.Mavis tells me, though I’m is the only one in my class thus far. Making my way down to the far back corner of the class room, I sit in the empty seat, get out my book and start to read. After five minutes, a young boy walks in, and asks the teachers.
“Are you Mr.Mavis? I’m new, my name is Luke Sawyer.” He says, and Mr.Mavis just nods and replies, “Yes, nice to meet you. Sit anywhere you like, but if your new, I suggest you go and check to see where your other classes are since there are 15 minutes until school starts…”he replies awkwardly, “Oh, no its okay, I already found my other classes, thanks though.” The new kid says while making his way to the back to find his seat for the year.
“Um, is anyone sitting here?” Luke asks me but I just stare at him from the question he just asked. “Really?” I respond, “What, what did I do wrong?” “Does it look like someone is sitting here? No, no one’s sitting here-“I start to tell him but he just plops himself into the seat next to mine, “yet.”.
“What are you reading?” He asks looking at me as if he is staring into my soul. “Something you’re not.” Not bothering to look up from my book. “Exactly, so why do you think I asked?” That’s it, who is this dude, and why does he want to talk to me?
“What do you want? A girlfriend? A girl you can talk to for a few days then run off and tell your friends I let you in my pants? Well guess what? That’s not going to happen. And you want to know why? Because I’m not the type of girl just to ‘give it up’ to anybody. Go look for another girl.” I start to raise my voice but suddenly remember that Mr.Mavis is here and I don’t want to cause anything else or any attention is this direction from him.
“No. What, the new guy can’t try to make any friends? You are the only one in here, and I just figured-“but I interrupt, “Figured what? That I’m lonely? That I have no friends? I don’t need anybody. You have more classes, make friends in there.” When I finally stare at him, he just has a blank expression on his face and says okay, gets out his book, and starts to read as well.
Twelve minutes later, the bell finally rings, giving the students seven minutes to hurry up and get their butts in their class.
“What’s that bell for?” the new kid asks me a question, again. “It’s to go home.” I sarcastically reply, but he just rolls his eyes, and suddenly knows the answer. “What’s your problem, what happened to you that you have to be so…hostile?” he asks me, but I just choose to look down into my book and continue to read for the remainder of the passing period, until the bells rings three minutes later, and all the seats are filled with students who won’t stop talking. Shut up already!
“Okay class, settle down, stop talking, if you want to talk more later, then I suggest you guys stop talking.” Mr.Mavis says while getting up from his computer. ‘Well that got everybody to shut up, for now.’ I thought quietly to myself. “My name is Mr.Mavis, and I will be your AP English teacher for the year.
And that’s how that class went, actually, that’s how all my classes before lunch went. Quite simple, even though this is senior year, and it’s supposed to be hard, but all my teachers said the same thing “This year will be quite simple, except for the tests and projects.” But isn’t that the whole school year? Oh well…
It’s now lunch and I’m in the library, just sitting reading my book, but I can’t concentrate because I just want to go home so badly! About 10 minutes into my reading, the new kid walks I, and looks around for a seat, which I don’t get why, there’s only three other people in here, there all about 5 tables and yet he is starting to walk to my table.
“Hi.” He says, trying to start conversation with me. “Yes?”
“Oh nothing, I was just trying to start conversation.” He tells me as if I don’t already know. “Really? I didn’t know people who randomly talk to other people want to start conversation.” I reply, while rolling my eyes then turning my attention back to my book. “Look, I don’t know what your problem is with me, but-“but I cut him off, “My problem with you, is that you talk to people when you are unwelcome, I don’t want to talk to you, I don’t have the need to talk to you, if you really want to make friends at this school, stop wasting your time trying to be mine. It won’t happen.” Then right after that, I got up and walked away from him, leaving him there, sitting and watching me walk out of the library.
