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Chapter Five
"Gwendoyln." Mr. Frank reluctantly called towwards me as i entered my last hour of English class.
Looking up i watched his large body meander its way towards me: each of his steps were labored and unenthusiastic. His eyes looked so much more tired than yesterday. I could tell by the drained look on his face that this conversation was not of his choosing. He was being forced to speak to me.
"I would like to apoligize for yesterday." He sighed deeply his voice monotoned. "I was out of line and should have read the email that was sent out to me."
I nodded slowly letting a fake, but required smile spread across my face.
Mr Frank paused for a moment exammining my face then spoke once again in a monotone voice "Alright i hope we can continue this semester without any disruptions"
I again gave a fake smile. This time i slowly lifted my right hand and gave him a weak thumbs up. Mr. Frank nodded and turned his back to me making his way back to his desk on the far side of the class room.
Studnets continued to file in, their voices echoing loudly as they entered the confined room. I made my way gradually to the back of the room and set my body down at a desk i had yesterday. I would have loved to be in the far back corner but Harry had claimed that seat leaving only one desk open. The one right next to him i had no other choice than to take that seat and claim it as my own.
I wasnt looking forward to seeing Harry in this class. He was becoming kind of a nuisance.
Lunch had put me over the edge. What gave him the right to taunt me about my lack of friendship and then make himself completly present in every part of my life here at this school? He was cocky and i wanted nothing to do with him. I would rather be completly friendless than deal with a jerk like Harry Styles.
The constant drone of voices was a constant as i pullled out one of the many binders in my backpack. I didnt care if the kids in this class thought i was a schoolie because i was getting ready before the bell even rang. That was there opinion to build, but when it came too English i was always ready
English was the only subject i truly enjoyed in school. I could speak through my written words. It was the only class where i didnt need my voice to have my opinion heard. I could express myself to everyone no matter what they spoke, and i was good at it. I was good at getting point across when it came to essays and even better when i was given the oppurtunity to be creative.
Being silent i had taken to seeing the world in a whole new manner.
People were so different when you studied them longer than the split second, it took to glance past them and i loved nothing more than crafting a character around what i witnessed.
I pulled a pen out of the front pouch of my backpack and began to scribble the date and header that was already scrawled across the chalkboard. I was a neat freak when it came to my binders. If i wasnt strict with myself papers would end up everywhere I was a mess in more way then one.
"Well hello there beautiful." A deep voice echoed from above me.
Without looking i knew who it was, his voice was becoming yet another constant in my life.
Though it was sweet and lulling it was now becoming annoying.
I kept my eyes firmly on my sheet of paper that now held the header of the work we were going to do today.
Harry lowered himself into the desk beside me and his dark black boots came into view. The squeaking of the metal legs of the desk against the linoleum floor caused me to cringe but i still refused to look at him.
