I walked to my first class which was science, to me science was my most boring class. The hard part about science was the tests and the projects. I sat at a lab table with the high black stools and I smiled to myself because the stools made me feel taller than other people.
More kids started to walk inside the classroom and they sat at other lab tables. I was the only one on my table until a girl with blonde hair and chappy pink lips and was holding a mirror infront of her face as she was admiring herself. She was probably one of those girly popular girls who got seperated from her posse.
After the second bell rang she put her mirror in her pink purse and starting painting her nails with hot pink nail polish. I coughed a bit at the smell of it. I didn't like nail polish nor make up. I didn't like anything that had to do with putting stuff on your face or to look prettier.
I liked wearing bows, but they had to be black, white or dark red. Then after a little while after class started to begin. I felt really uncomfortable for some reason at my seat, as I looked around I noticed half the boys were staring directly at the blonde girl across from me.
'Damn kids just pay attention dammit' I thought to myself glaring at half of them to pay attention. Then the teacher stopped as the boy from outside with the bandge wrap around his eyes walked in. Everyone was silent as the boy moved his head a bit as if to be looking around.
No body moved, it was like one of those movies where the people were in a dragons cave and they were hiding in the corner with no sudden movement so the dragon wouldn't find them. What was he doing? Was he gonna say something, attack or what?
"Class we got a new student today, his name is Luke parks" the teacher spoke to the class. He just smiled and waved a bit. Some kids said 'hello' or even waved. But they should know that he can't see with the bandage around his eyes right?
"Ok luke, go find a table and sit down" the teacher directed him. He nods as he adjusted his bag and scanned the area by moving hid head again. Like seriously kid?! What the hell are you doing?!
Luke then smiled as he made his way to mine and the blonde's table, he sat directly across from me as I was on the other side by myself. The blonde girl looked up from doing her nails and looked at luke. "Um excuse me but your blocking my view of the sun" she said in a bit of a sassy tone.
He looked stunned as he turned his head toward her. "Ah, Missy Jones still as sassy as can be" luke smirked.
Her head jerked quickly to him as she was in shock. "How do you know my name, you freak?!" She asked. I myself was impressed even though I haven't really known her name.
"Rumors" was all he said as he turned his head to the front of the class. Missy was frustrated as she went back to doing her nails as she was ignoring him. I stared at him a bit still wondering why he had the bandage over his eyes.
A smirk appeared on his lips. "Why do you keep staring at me?" He asked alsmot laughing. My eyes widened as I looked away. "Nothing.." I said as his smirk disappeared quickly. I breathed softly as I looked back to the front of the class.
The teacher assigned us a project and it was to be finished in the next two weeks. That was plenty of time to do it, I just had to find a good group to work with. Unfortunately the teacher said our group was the people at our table.
Missy went straight to her point into not helping us. "How about this, you two work on this whole icky project and you can say I helped with something, ok" she said as she didn't look up at us.
I was sorta mad but I knew even if we did ask her to help, she would probably want the easiest job. But luke turned his head and spilt her nail polish into the sink at our table and her eyes widened as she shrieked.
"Your a monster!!!" She exclaimed and slapped him across the face making his wrap fall off. My eyes widened as I looked over at him but he covered his eyes quickly and everyone was staring at missy.
"Missy! Detention!" The teacher yelled at her as she pointed to the door. Missy rolled her eyes as she picked up her purse and glared at us before walking to the office. Luke picked up his wrap and wrapped it around his eyes quickly.
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