My Story

Chapter Six

I was in my writing class and the teacher had on the board not to do anything after the bell because we need to talk. So I think this should be good. I got on my phone and waited for the bell to ring and see what this rant was about. I sit kind of alone on this side of the class there is only a girl that sits near me, but she's a little quiet thing, she sits more toward the back. The other side of class is filled with students.
I felt someone sit near me. Around me I should say, but i chose to ignore it. Why you might ask? Because I really didn't care.

The bell rang and Mrs. Edmonds went to the front of the class.
"Okay everyone. Children please." She sang in a high off key tone.
"We have a new student and I want us to play a game with him so he is comfortable. So imma write two questions up here and introduce yourself to him."
It is a him? why is it Emmanuel or is it? He would have talked to me.
"So first thing. Start with your name second something about yourself. Third something unique about your writing." She said. "And this is for a grade gentleman and my two ladys."
Honestly an easy grade.
"Okie let's start here boys."

A lot of boy names later and the girl went "my name is Ashley, I'm quite. And I like expressing things in my writing." She said.

"Might I interrupt this game but Mirana you go first." she said smiling at me. I smile back and stand up I turn a little towards him. It's not Manny boy here. But this guy looks so fucking sexy his green eyes. Yo boys with the greens yes.
"My name is Mirana. I like to be alone that's what I'm good at and I my unique writing comes from my experiences that I've had." I said and sat down.

Then this beauty goes.
"Ezra is my name. Something about me would be that I always have to protect my brother from trouble which helps me and writing, um is more of what I feel and it's an easy class." He said.

Ezra? Isn't that a girls name ? Weird.

"Wow what a gay name." Some kid said.
"Bro I don't care, what my mom named me was something good for her." Ezra said in an angry tone.
Mrs. Edmonds cut in. "So why did your mother name you that?"
"Well my mother needed a lot of help when she was pregnant with me. And in Hebrew it means help. That's how I got my name. My brother on the other hand. Samething Hebrew for God is with us." He said.
"Oh really." She said and he nodded. "How cool what's your brother's name?"
"Emmanuel." My eyes widened. You mean sir question asking, talks a lot, nosy boy is his brother. But how what the fuck.