Hurricane Katrina (22 and Heading Back to School As a Student) [ON HOLD]

02) 22 and Heading Back to School......

Well. I've been having a few mental breakdowns and shizz so I wasn't able to post. Sorry >.<!!

I have gotten a few poems out of it though, so not all is lost. Care to read some? Well on to the story.

Recap: 

I walked down the halls that I remember oh so well and knocked on the door to room 222. I can't believe I'm back here. I wonder if Miss Q will recognize my voice. Oh who am I kidding. Of course she won't recognize my voice. She was already using a hearing aid when I was in her class. 

"Miss Q! Someone is at the door!!" I heard a girl shout and I chuckled to myself. I should have knocked louder.  

"OH! Come in, come in!" Miss Q sang. She is still the same as always. 

I opened the door and  quickly scanned the room. 

I froze and so did my heart when I saw who was sitting at the back of the classroom. 

It can't be. 

It is. 

It's him. 

Chapter 2:

As I saw Ms.Q move her mouth beginning to speak, I pushed the memories to the back of my mind. He wouldn't recognize me now. I have nothing to worry about. It doesn't ease my hurt but it will have to do. I have more important matters to deal with.  

"You must be the new student Chelsi Annington! My name is Ms.Quiimbelika but you can call me Ms.Q. This is class 8-A. Class, this is Chelsi Annington!" Ah. Now I remember her full name. Quiimbelika. Ms.Q is just as peppy as ever. Great....... Just great......

"Hi Chelsi," The whole class recited in monotone. It was actually quite amusing, but I suppressed my chuckle. When I didn't make any effort to greet them, Ms.Q continued talking. 

"So tell us all a little bit about yourself," I smiled grandly, causing a few people to stare at me strangely.I guess it's time to make everyone leave me alone. It would no doubt make my job easier. 

"Well my name is Chelsi Annington and if you don't want to get hurt, I suggest you leave me alone." I sugar-coated my words to make it all the more evil. I honestly don't know how that works, but it just does.

The class erupted into soft whispers as I finished my little 'introduction'. Though it wasn't really soft considering all 27 students were whispering at the same time. I managed to catch bits and pieces of some of the louder conversations.

"Oh. My. Gosh. Look at her clothes! Black is NOT a color," I heard a nasally voice say. What can I say? Baggy knee length [It's not supposed to be knee length, I'm just short.] black t-shirt tied at the back so it wouldn't sway, black tights and black high-top Converse. Comfortable and easy to move in. I was never really keen on dressing up lady-like. Heels and bright clothing are not really suitable for my job.

"She doesn't seem tough.. I mean, she's so short! Can she even fight?" Some guy from the left side of the room said. If only he knew..... I may be 4'11" but i can still fight. In fact. My size makes it all the better. But I get the feeling this guy won't leave me alone unless I actually hurt him. Hopefully, I won't have to resort to that. 

"Oooooo a new kid! I'm gonna be her friend!" Ew, Peppy 'caring' people. The worst of them all. Before I could listen to more conversations, a loud cowbell sound filled the room. Ahaha. Ms.Q still has her old cowbell. Well I have to act surprised since I'm 'new' here. I turned to her and gave her a quizzical expression. I don't know if she saw it and chose to ignore me, or didn't see it at all, because she didn't bother explaining.