Silky

Chapter One

To be completely honest, I'm boring. Sorry to burst your bubble. Maybe you might've been expecting some unique, outstanding masterpiece of a human, but that's not me. I'm like the background character in the classic high school sitcom. The awful actor just there to fill space. So yeah, apologies for the let down.. but here's a story about an average girl, and a boy with the world at his feet.

I walked into the classroom, same time as always. 7:05, sharp. Around this time, people are usually here, but not really ready. They'll sit on the desks and scroll through social media, some others might chase each other around the room like idiots. Then there's the stereotypical girls who shriek at everything and ask how their hair looks... I guess my life is pretty average. It's not like any of my parents are dead, not divorced either. I have an average amount of friends, a basic fashion sense too. I'm not like, a tomboy or anything, I wear skirts sometimes and I don't really think colors should be assigned to certain genders. I like mainstream music I guess, and I'm not depressed or anxious. My self esteem is where it should be, not too low or too high. I told you, I'm nothing special.
A few minutes later, it turned 7:15, and the bell rung. I hardly even noticed it had actually, I guess I was in a zone. The teacher walked in, and just kinda stood at her podium waiting for everything to settle down. Surprise surprise, they didn't. 'What's so hard about not talking for a little while, is it seriously that hard to shut up?' I thought and continued to sit there, annoyed. I could scream and tell them all to shut up for once, but it's too risky. If it doesn't work I'll just look like an idiot, I'll let them all get in trouble. I'm here to study and work anyway, it's not that difficult to socialize after school.
Soon enough people finally shut their traps when they realized Ms Green, well, Mrs Ferguson now, was keeping track of how many minutes they wasted, and obviously planning on keeping them after class for just as long. When the last of them stopped giggling, Mrs. Ferguson started to head towards the door for some reason, I really had no clue. When she opened it, a blonde haired boy, clearly nervous, stepped inside. "This is Andrew, he's new here from America. Please introduce yourself Andrew." Mrs. Ferguson stepped aside, giving Andrew the spotlight. "I uh, I actually go by Andre... and uh... I'm from Chicago, it's a state in the USA... in case you guys didn't.. never mind, I- uh... I mean yeah. I play baseball, and I like ramen noodles." I smirked a little. Ramen noodles are the best, I wanted to ask which flavor he liked, whether he put eggs in his or not, or maybe hot sauce.. but I didn't. He was pretty cute too actually, he had a little acne but who cares. And his haircut was awful, like a bowl cut but a lot shorter. Other than that though he had a good side profile and pretty hazel eyes. His jaw line wasn't too broad either, which was a plus. But that's besides the point. I realized he'd kept talking, and when I started listening again it was about his favorite color, why he moved here and stuff. I started doodling on my paper, just a few scribbles and a failed attempt at calligraphy. As always, nothing special. I glanced backwards to check the time on the inconveniently placed clock in the back of the room. It was 5 minutes ahead of the actual time, but that was easy to calculate. A pink head caught my eye. Saiki. Dear lord, why on earth does he wear that stupid headband every day? It makes him look like some sort of alien. What an idiot. And what's up with his hair? He's the only one in the whole school with unnatural hair. Well, other than that one brat. I've never payed enough attention to her, or even cared enough to learn her name, but it's obvious her ego is through the roof. I wish someone would teach her a little humility, but oh well. Actually now that I think of it, there are a few more people with unnatural hair colors, but pink is still a strange color on such a masculine person. But Saiki... He's hot. He is. You know that feeling when you're attracted to someone, but just the way they act makes you cringe and feel disgusted by yourself for thinking of them in even only a slightly romantic way? Yeah. That's how it is with Saiki. Suddenly, he looked up at me with some sort of death glare. I tore my eyes back to the clock as fast as I could. I learned from similar experiences that, if you genuinely don't want to get caught looking at somebody, just act like you were looking over or behind them. Then you aren't spending more time than needed moving your whole head or even looking back down. 7:45. 'Damn,' I thought. 'This kid really doesn't stop talking does he? Nervous maybe but I guess when you get someone like that going it's hard to get em to stop.'
*timeskip*
My hand aches from taking so many notes, and a red bubble thing was stuck on my ring finger. All we ever do in that class is take notes. Chemistry is for experimenting right? What's the use of learning how to conduct an accurate hypothesis if you won't even be using those skills in an experiment. And it's not like any of us are gonna have a career in this bull crap, especially when taking this stupid class ruins all the fun of it. Anyway- crash. I look up from the floor to see Saiki, standing above me. 'Of course it had to be this emotionless jerk out of everyone I could've ran into.'