I Need You

Nr 1.

Brooklyn sat on top of her roof slouched with her knees to her chin. Long brown hair flowing around her body curtacy of the mild morning wind. The sky was a nice shade of baby blue and pink. Birds began to chirp along with the music at her ears. A small frown plastered at her lips.

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She walked through the halls of Tyred high. Tyred being pronounced as 'tie-red' not 'tired.' Though that's what the students felt about this school.

Her locker had a tiny daisy on the bottom left, left by the previous student who has her locker. Around her was the usual people that had friends, drama and interesting lives.

The arts classroom she went. In the classroom was several students chatting and socializing.

Disgusting

Brooklyn didn't even like socializing. The thought of having to be nice to someone just to make them stick with you made her want to puke. She didn't understand how people could actually go through with well other people.

Mr. Smith the arts teacher was a nice, muscular man. He was polite and had the charisma ended to persuade Marie Antoinette to stop eating cake. It didn't help that he was relatively young and good looking, being fresh out of art school and all.

Why he wanted to be a art teacher baffled Brooklyn. Nonetheless she took her seat in the middle of the classroom. That is ironically where no one notices you're there.

The back of the room was taken over by the popular kids with daddy issues. The front of the room with girls who have a crush on Mr. Smith the right of the classroom with gamer boys. And the left with the overall meh people. While the middle had the people in between everything not to be confused with the people on the left.

Mr. Smith cleared his throat to shush the class. "Today is going to be slightly different, I am going to give you a project which you have to complete by the end of the term." He took a long pause to look everyone in the eye. When he looked at Brooklyn's eyes, she saw a tiny glimmer of evil.

Aww shit.

She knew what was to come.

A mischievous smirk came over his face. "You are going to be working in partners," groans could be heard from the class. "Before you start whining to me about it, I get to pick your partners." He did two quick happy claps at the end of his sentence and walked to the back of his desk.

As he sat in his chair he said, "now you may whine to your hearts contents."

Fucking hell.