She trudged down the hall in her sapphire pumps with an army following right behind her. Step after step my anxiety rose and I just couldn't look away from her, but luckily my hand knew how to respond.
"Hi, my name is Naomi"
She glared at me like I had offended her in some way.
"Nice to meet you too." She said, but I could tell from her voice that she was not pleased with me.
After a moment of silence the teacher came along and opened the door.
Her name is Mrs. Olivent. She's probably the sweetest teacher in the school, and when it come to teaching and understanding that we have many other classes with homework, she is very lenient. Her only flaw would be her handwriting, and by flaw I mean that it is almost impossible to read all the little comments she puts on our papers.
While all of us settle into class, Mrs.Olivent stands near the small podium in front of the classroom. "Alright everyone, settle down until role call is finished"
Me and Sara sit near the windows of the classroom while Alina sits near on the opposite side near the wall. Eventually, everyone gets into their seats except one person-Jenna.
"Is there a problem Miss. Malenskies?" Mrs. Olivent asks.
Jenna's head swivels around and looks straight at the teacher."Yes, there is a problem. I don't know where my seat is, and this room is too cold."
Mrs.Olivent stiffened her back, "well i'm sorry about the coldness of this room, but there's nothing I can do about that sweetheart. However I can find you a seat in just a moment."
Jenna smiled, "alright, thank you".
Soon after, Mrs.Olivent went outside the room, and all of hell broke loose.
From almost every corner in classroom, I could hear people saying things like "I love cheesecake," to " I'm watching Tokyo Ghoul right after school".
While sitting in my seat there was but one thing out of the ordinary. Jenna. While everyone was talking them selves to death, Jenna kept looking under the desks and opening random textbooks stacked in the back of the class. Book by book, and desk by desk she kept looking for something in our classroom.
I stood up and carefully stride over to her. "What are you looking for?" I asked. She tensed up, but then immediately dropped the book in her hand and cooled down. "it's nothing. I was just exploring my environment"
"Environment?" I pondered. Something was not right.
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Throne (on hold)
Short StoryEverything in the world was normal for her until some snobby rich kids came to her school, but she didn't know what fate had in store for her. She thought that they just came to her school to become smart like their mom, but she later finds out that...
