Never In My Wildest Dreams (Slow Uploads)

Chapter 5 My Oddest First Day Ever

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CHAPTER 5 –

 I sat quietly waiting for the teacher to make their presence in my creative writing class. Yeah, it would be my luck that today would be an A day, meaning I only had two classes with Jess. She asked our algebra II teacher if we could leave a few minutes early so she could show me around a bit and make it to her class without being late and she allowed it with no problem.

 We had made it to our first period just as the final bell rang, and I didn’t even bother looking around the class. I was not at all a shy person, but I knew that the looks everyone would be giving me would be the same ones I’d been receiving since I got here.

 I had been the new girl plenty of times to know that everyone just wanted to know your business. But these looks were different. It was like they didn’t feel comfortable around me. Something in their eyes told me something was wrong. 

 So, when we got there I introduced myself to my new algebra II teacher, Mrs. Brown. She was really sweet for a math teacher, not what I was expecting at all. She obviously wasn’t surprised that I was here; I knew they had told her I would be attending, but I guess I expected her to look me over like everyone else. She introduced me to the class; I only glanced over because I knew no one had taken their eyes off me since I entered. Then, she gave me a text book and told me I could sit wherever there was an available seat.

 The rest of that class was awkward to say the least. Jess and I sat in the back because those were the only seats left, but I could feel eyes on me whenever my head was buried in my textbook. I was pretty sure Jess knew it, too. Anytime I would look at her she would just smile weakly, but her eyes gave her away.

 “Alright class, I apologize for being late. We have a new student, her name is Lilli Williamson. Where are you?”

 I snapped out of my thoughts to see an older man walking over to his desk with tons of papers in his hands.

 When I looked up from my spot in the back, I could see everyone’s eyes on me. Ignoring their stares, I raised my hand. I focused my eyes on him, waiting for him to look up and spot me. He glanced around when he didn’t hear an answer, taking note of my raised hand.

 “I’m Mr. Wilson; despite the fact that I was just late, I do not appreciate my students being late to my class. I don’t have many other rules. This is a creative writing class, so I hope you brought some creativity with you,” he finished with a smile.

 I took a deep breath and spoke. “I understand, sir, and yes I did. At least I hope so,” I finished politely. He chuckled lightly and went on to address the rest of the class, snapping their attention away from me for the time being.

 The rest of the class was just like my first period class; every time I wasn’t looking I swore I could feel eyes watching me.

 I feel like I’m being stalked.  Like I’m an animal’s prey and they just waiting for me to mess up so they can pounce.

 My next class was exactly like my other two, except my history teacher was a mean middle aged fart. I remembered Jess and Patrick telling me a little about him. They said he could be a prick and they were right. Thankfully, he had left me alone all class, maybe because I was new. After history, Jess met me at my locker and we headed towards the lunchroom.

 “You’re really quiet, are you okay?”

 “I’m annoyed, and my head is pounding. So, what do you think?” I snapped out at her. When I looked over she looked taken back by my harshness. I breathed in deeply and sighed.