lunatic

chapter 7

When we get to the class it's already started. Great. When the door opens the whole class's attention comes to us. I don't like this. I thought I might have liked attention because i love getting my parents attention but now that I have someone other than a single person or my parents, i hate it. The class slowly go back to what they were doing while I stand frozen in the doorway. Some people are still looking up at us but most have gone back to work.

"Well, well. Look what the cat dragged in. Mr. Wayne. And you? I don't know you. You must be new. I'm Mr. heathen. I'm your you teacher for all your core subjects." he says. I nod along even though I have no idea what he's going on about. He lost me when he said Mr. Wayne. The one and only Nathen Wayne just helped me and acted like nothing happened. I feel stupid for not knowing who he was sooner. I knew i saw him somewhere, but I never thought it would have been the t.v. Nathen sees that I didn't know who he was and he seems pleased but then something else crosses over his mind and the emotion changes to hard but placid. Hiding his soft and gentle side with a cover of being hard and non-caring. I wonder what he's thinking. What could be going through his mind and why did his emotions change so fast? Nathen moves away and heads to the back of the room, towards a set and table. I take a minute to look at the room. It's a nice set up but it's different. All the seats are in rows and each person has their own table and chairs. The tables aren't big, just enough space for one person to work at. I hear someone cough next to me and bring my attention to them, it's the teacher.

"So. this is your home room. I'm your homeroom teacher and you have me for all core subjects, like i said before. The only classes you won't be in here is your electives. So you are more then welcome to leave your books here at your desk. You don't have to but most kids do. No other kids come into this classroom. Only you. And speaking of desks, your is over there. The only one that doesn't have someone at it. But before you go, may i ask what your name is?" he asks. He's speaking to much and it's really starting to annoy me. I know I'm new to the school but some things are kinder self explained. I'm not completely dumb.

"It's Luna. Luna quinzel." I say. He nods. He doesn't seem to notice the play on words. When my father changed mums name, he only took a few letters out. But I guess some people just don't notice. He nods and I walked over to my desk. My seat is in the second last row, the 3rd. My seats the one closest to the window. When I sit down i take a minute to look at the desk over. I notice the girl next to me staring at me. I look over to her. She's still staring. This little thing seems to make me become angry. People staring at me. I guess i hate that too. So many things I don't know about myself.

"What are you looking at, you seem really interested." I say and smile and look around like I'm trying to find it. The colour rushes to her face and she looks away. I hear someone laugh softly and i know who it was. I turn to look at him but he covers it with a cough.

"Sorry, its allergies" he smiles and I smile back. So he wasn't laughing at me. He was laughing with me. I turn around with a stupid smile on my face.

At least I know what all the books I was carrying were for my desk. I open the bottom of it and place all the books I was holding into the bottom of the box. I don't get the point of keeping all of my books in an unlocked box when I can keep them all locked up in my locker.it seems to make more sense that I would keep them in my locker but i guess everyone's different. I need to get used to being put in situations I don't like.

The hour of class goes fast. This is the first time today that time has decided to move fast instead of slow. I'm glad for it. The lesson was boring and surprisingly i knew a fair bit of what he was talking about. The bell rings but I'm not ready to leave. The class start rushing and packing up their things. But I take my time and make sure everything is neat in the box I have to keep my books in. I don't know what i have next but I know all my core books are here, with all the classes that go with them. So I don't have to worry about that i guess.

"Luna. may i see you after the class is gone" Mr. heathen asks. I nod my head. I don't know if he can see me or not. I slowly shut my desk and slowly make my way up to the front of the class. The only other person in the class still is Nathan. I don't know why he's waiting. The teacher nods to him and he nods back. He leaves the classroom but waits just outside the door. The teacher is leaning against the desk. Earlier i didn't notice the teachers looks. For a teacher at this school he seems really young and he has good looks but I would never be interested in a man like him. He's young but he acts old. Plus I don't like the idea of a teacher as a boyfriend. And most definitely not my first boyfriend. Isn't there like a rule or something against dating your teachers or something? anyway.

"You wanted to see me?" I ask him. He nods and smiles. Like all teachers do when talking to the new kid.

"I just wanted to make sure you were fitting in ok. I know who your parents are and i just wanted to make sure nobody was giving you a hard time." he says sweetly. It's nice of him to care but i think I'll be fine. But i do appreciate that he's offering me the support that I know I will need later on.

"Thank you for your concern Mr. heathen but I've only been at this school for about 2 hours. Not even. So i think I'm doing great so far. But when i start having problems, i know whos door to knock on" i say politely. I find myself talking like I'm older as well. Maybe to show him that i get where he's coming for and that i know what I'm doing..? I don't know. I apparently don't even know myself so there you have it. The teacher smiles wider at my consideration for the way he speaks and me showing mutual response.

"You are dismissed. Thank you Luna. Have a great first day" the teacher says and heads to behind his desk. I nod and walk out with my timetable in hand. When I walk out the door I look both sides for Nathan. I didn't expect him to wait so when i find the hallway clear I'm not disappointed. I mean, I feel a little lost without a guide dog but I should be fine. I look from the number four I'm at now. B3. I need to get to food tech. Which is f6. I start walking down the corridor and find that the numbers are changer by numbers and letters.

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When I finally find the classroom i'm in for this class, and every other cooking class i will have, i it's already started. I can see through the many windows that the class has already started. I really don't want to walk into the class right now but i have too. I can't not go for my first day of school how would that make me look? I head for the big door that's on the other side of the windows. I push the heavy wooden door open. If they didn't see me before. They definitely heard me. That's the loudest door i have ever heard. The teacher comes to the door before I can even walk in completely. When I turned around to face her, i see the classroom as well. This isn't a cooking room and it's empty. But the room in guessing she come from has no door and i can hear a really loud conversation spread over all the kids. The teacher looks mad but when she realized she doesn't know my face. That look disappears.

"I'm sorry to start so grumpy, but why are you late?" she asks politely. Even though the sentence sounds like a teacher getting made. Her voice makes it sound like she's caring and lovely. I like this teacher already.

"I'm sorry. You see, I'm new today and i didn't know how to get here. I had nobody to help me either. I also didn't know what to bring. So i have nothing. For that I'm sorry again" i explain. I find myself talking like I'm from a different tense of time again. Maybe that's just how I talk and I never noticed it before? The teacher nods alone to my quick and rushed explanation. She can see that I'm a little tired of trying to find my way around. She also looks like she understands why I'm late.

"That's alright dear. Not to fuss, just come with me and I will show you the kitchen. Most weeks we cook but you do have 1 project a term. So a couple of times we don't cook. Also, keep track of what we cook because we are cooking them for a reason. Not for fun" she explains. Leading me into the kitchen. The must be the reason there is a classroom and a kitchen. So we can do practical work and cook. Nice. I like that. The tables that were set up were pretty fun as well. This seems like a pretty chilled environment. When she leads me into the kitchen I can't help but smile. There are kids running around getting things for what they are cooking. And the overall kitchen itself looks so homely and like it would be great to cook in. I can't wait to cook here.

"This is my kitchen. The only rules are that you have to bring a container for your food to go in. and you must clean and dry everything you use. I'm not a maid. I'm a teacher." the teacher says sternly but still not losing the nice friendly tone to her voice. I turn to the kids now.