Longing For You

(2) School? Again?

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Tomorrow's gonna be a Monday which means I'll suffer in school again. Sounds fun. I walk over to my table and check my classes. 'Math for 2 hours? Ahhh help me. If I was good it I wouldnt complain as much.' At least I'll see Aurora. She'll probably have tea on how her parents suck at being parents again.

I decided to do my homework. Homework can be fun if its easy. But its the complete opposite when you have no idea what the hell you're doing for 2 hours straight with your hand in your hair and stressing out your brain on how to solve a single question. Its not that I don't try, I just don't understand.

It doesn't help when your teacher is a newbie that just started a year in teaching in my school and has no idea what she's doing 90% of the time. Well all you have to do is get over it.

I pretty much spent an hour doing my English homework which was pretty easy. Just write up an essay about an embaressing moment in your life. I wrote about how I peed my pants in school when I was 10. Generic.

After all this , I just scrolled through my social media sites and watched a few youtube videos. It was around 12am and I usually sleep around 2am. School starts in 5 hours but I really couldn't care less.

Morning 6.31a.m. - 6th March 2019
I would talk about my morning routine but thats really boring. I put on an oversized hoodie and loose jeans because they're very comfy and I just put up my hair in a pony tail and pinned the side of my bangs up. I got ready in 20 minutes and walked to school.

I walk in through the school doors and the first thing I see is Aurora standing against a 1st year girl with blonde hair. I peered around to hear whats going on.

"Ahh so you have the guts to talk shit about me when i walk past you knowing I can clearly hear your obnoxiously loud whispers on how I'm a slut? Funny how you're quivering right now after I slapped the shit out of that dirty mouth of yours.'

'I-I only said what I heard. You can't blame me for this."

"Blah blah blah all I hear are excuses. Have fun walking around with a bruise on your pretty little face. Bitch."

The girl just picked up her bag and scattered away with her 2 other friends who also seemed very terrified.

I'm surprised no one really noticed this whole ordeal going on. I'm glad no one did though. I walked over to her and pat her on the shoulder.

"Kids these days."
She looked at me.

"I fuckin' know right?"

We smiled at each other and walked to our class. We've been friends for about 4 years. We're pretty stuck together. She's the only friend I ever need. I remember a time I had to move schools because my other friend who was nice enough to betray me decided to spread rumours about me. It got so bad that someone purposely spilled their hot tea onto my right arm and it got scarred since then. Its quite obvious if you look closer. Oops . I just think it's really funny now .

By the way I'm 15.

We sat down on our seats which were miraculously located next to each other which I'd say is really damn lucky. There is a seat behind me that's been untouched and no one's really sat there before. (Catch that foreshadowing though.) Everyone hurridly went back to their seats and sat in silence as our Math teacher Ms Hera walked into class.

"Good morning everyone. How is everyone doing?"

Everyone just replied in groans.

"Well glad to know you're doing well because today we'll be having a transfer student from quite far away."

The room was filled with gasps and 'oooo's as Ms Hera gestured the student to come in.

"Please introduce yourself."

In came in a boy who was really tall like around 6'1? I couldn't even compare with my measely 5'3. He had brown hair and brown eyes. He was wearing a grey hoodie and black jeans with a chain hung around the left jean pocket with a black bag converse bag. He wore a white pair of AF1s too.

Sometimes simplicity is the best fashion. He was really good looking wow. But why does it matter anyway. (You can imagine him yourself.)

"Ahm hey everyone. My name is Tyler Greenwood. (Im asian so..) I like video games and watching netflix. Nice to meet all of you."

Obviously all the girls pretended not to care that this god's creation had really just graced this terrible and boring class with his presence. I can already hear them practicing on how to ask for his godamn number.

The boys on the other hand were discussing about what video game they should play together with Tyler. Sounds fun.

Aurora skooted a little over to me and whispered "Yooo isn't he like hot or something? He looks like (anime character) from (said anime). That's fuckin cool dude"

"Yeah sure."

"Alright you can go sit behind (y/n). Please be nice to him everyone. Let's get started with class. Take out your A textbook and turn to page 86. We will go through the answers and if you have any questions just feel free to ask."

Tyler didn't even give me a glance or anything at all so I just assumed we were never going to be on good terms or friends at all. I really suck at making friends and I'm too scared to anyway. It's all good.

As I thought this , I felt a poke on my shoulder. I looked back to see Tyler looking at me with a confused face.

"Excuse me but what the hell is an A textbook?"

"Ah I forgot you're new here. Its our first math textbook, the red one. If you'd like we can share. I don't really want anyone to fail this class anyway."

"Sweet, thanks a lot hoodie girl."

Hoodie what now?

"I have a name. And it's (y/n)."

"Oh sorry about that. You worry too much about the small details. Anyways , thanks (y/n)." He says with a big smile on his face.

I raised my hand and asked Ms Hera if Tyler could share a textbook with me and she agreed. He moved his desk next to mine and for the next 2 hours we just sat quietly and listened.

Although I couldn't help but feel like I was being stared at by the girls the entire time. I didn't really get good vibes.

I guess he's more friendly than I judged him to be. I guess today won't be so bad after all.
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Why does this story already sound typical? I can't possibly be a normie.