The Awoken

The Boy With Blue Eyes

          Ugh, I hate Mondays, and Monday mornings are even worse. Classes are about to start at Francis Hugh Adalane, we're a private school. This school is supposed to be a school for 'gifted students'. The only thing most of these kids are good at doing is getting in trouble. 

I stick my arm out and touch the lockers along the wall as I walk to my first period class. The bell goes and I just keep walking at my own pace. 'I'll get there when I get there, I'm almost there anyway'

Just as I'm glancing up, my teacher pops her head out from the classroom checking for straglers before she starts class. She's an older woman, maybe mid 50's, shorter then myself, her hair is thinning out on top and she chooses to wear skirts that do nothing but make everyone else feel uncomfortable. 

"Are you planning on making it to class anytime this week, Miss. Thalerhen." (A/N; its pronounced asTa-lur-en) she asks me from down the hall. Her sneer audible from this distance.

"I would have thought that a math teacher would have a little more coherence when referring to numbers." I replied to her with about as much sass that she gave me.

I've been in the class long enough for her to know she's never gonna get her way with me. She sticks her nose into the air and storms back into the classroom without saying another word. Which leaves me looking down the hallway.

Behind where she was standing was a group around a locker. Are they not going to class?  They can't be older then I am, meaning they don't have 'study' periods yet. Whatever its none of my business. 

I start to put my head down, but before I do, I couldn't help but notice one of the boy's looking in my direction. There is no way he was looking at me, I'm not much to look at, but even in the short second I looked at him I couldn't get his beautiful eyes out of my head. They were a shocking blue. Not like a pale blue that looks gray from a distance but a blue that's alarmingly intense...

I look up again for another millisecond and he's still looking, but I'm outside my classroom now.  I walk in and head to my sedat. I'm in the far back corner, the furthest possible place away from the teacher, that's inside the classroom. I hate her, with a burning passion.

She's going through the lesson; Polianamanals, I think that's what she said. About a half an hour into class though a boy turned around in his chair. I wouldn't say he's very attractive, he has a sort of surfer vibe to him. He was about to say something.

"What!?" I beat him too it. I don't have time to sit and listen to him blabber, which is what he does anyway.

He faltered a bit before he started, surprised by my outburst, but his confidence came back quickly. "My friend Sam was wondering if you always come to class late."

I shrug my shoulders at him, what do I say to that? There isn't really an answer, cause it wasn't much of a question. More like a statement. He chuckles a bit before he continues again.

"He said 'you've never shown up late to his dorm'." He laughs again. So this is what it's come to. Immediate fury fills up inside me. In just one snarky comment, fire explodes inside me. Why do girls always get judged.

"You know what?" I whisper, leaning into my desk as if I was telling him a secret. I stand up and fling my chair backwards, I slam my books shut and fling my pencils in my bag. I've gained the attention of the whole class by now, no doubt about it. I don't bother putting my book in my bag, I don't really care about it anyway. But I lean back onto the desk, right in his face. "Fuck you!"

He wrenches his face back and this teacher finally says something, by then I'm at the door. "Ah-hem, miss Thalerhen, do we have-"

"Fuck you, too" I cut her off not bothering to look at her and I walk out. I don't look back at that classroom to see the effect I've made, I couldn't care less. No one comes after me, and I didn't expect them to. Who would wanna come after me?

I'm not looking up though and I walk right into someone. Dropping my books. Bending down to get them without looking at them.

"What's your problem, man!?" I yell at the tall kid from my keeled position. A hand comes down and grabs my other book that I haven't picked up yet. I look up this time.

"If I do recall, you walked into me," the boy says to me. Voice as smooth as silk, sounds almost British. "Am I wrong?" he looks right at me. The beautiful boy with blue eyes, the one that was at the end of the hallway earlier.

"Oh, um, s- sorry" I stutter "My bad" I just look at him as I stand up. "Sorry" I say again.

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Word Count:   876

Hey, guys. So this is the first part of my book. It's a bit short but I guess I'll sorta get the hang of how long each "chapter" needs to be as I keep writing. If u guys have any ideas, or edits, cause like, my spelling is horrible, feel free to comment. 

[Also I know the picture on top (haha get it) has nothing to do with the story, I just liked it.]

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