Kianda

2 *Sasha*

"Hello all. Goodmorning! I am Max Tilsa, your math teacher and I am 25 years old. Now I want to know who you are. Let's start at the right. You are?" he begins, and he points at a red haired boy. The boy says his name, Jonas, quickly. He seems shy. The boy next to him says his name after him, Tom. Tilsa goes through the whole class. "You're new to me. I haven't seen ya 'round yet. Who are you then?" He points at me. "Well, I am Sasha. I'm 16 years old. I've changed school, so yeah, I'm new here," I say. "Welcome at this school then, Sasha," he says. He moves on: "And the well-known Katy Luishen. How are ya doing?" He looks at Katy, who sits next to me. "I'm fine." That is a short but powerful answer. "Great! Next?" Tilsa looks at a blond boy with blue, greyish eyes. "My name's Jake. And I'm 17." Jake sits behind me. If I must be honest with you, he is pretty handsome. "Ah, yes. I've seen you once or twice a few years ago. Now, who are you?" Tilsa moves on.

When he finishes his name round, he says: "We'll start with some easy maths. We're beginning this year with similar triangles. That's not so very difficult." Ahh, that. Uhm, we can see if triangles are similar to each other if they have two angles with the same degrees. Or if the sides can be multiplied by the same number. I do remember that, it is very easy.

"Hey, Sasha. I saw you were looking at Jake. He isn't that..?" Katy whispers to me. She looks naughty at me. I whisper back: "What are you talking about? Just let it be." We chuckle.

"Hey Katy, I know you're cozy, you always are, but pay attention, please? Or would you or Sasha like to tell me what's so funny?" Katy looks up at Tilsa, who just asked her that, and blushes. "Ehm, no, I'm sorry, sir," she answers. "Good. Now could Sasha tell me how we recognize similar triangles. Or she didn't pay attention, did she?" Now he looks at me. No, I didn't pay attention. But I'm not going to get detention at the first day of school. "If they have at least two angles with the same degrees, of if the sides were multiplied with the same number, sir," I answer. "I guess she pays more attention than I think," Tilsa says, rolling his eyes. What? "That was more information than I gave." He looks at me. "May I ask you what is so bad about that?" Oh no, that comes out before I know. "Miss Keyon has humor, too? There's nothing bad about it. Just pay attention, or be silent, at least," he says. Then he continues his lesson. Well, I like him already. Paying attention won't be happening this year, I think. I start on a drawing in my notebook.

While we walk to the next lesson, French, Katy tells me a few things about Jake. "I don't know much about him, even though he's popular. I don't know why, because he's not that, err, handsome. My opinion, yea. He is 17 years old, he's one of the smartest kids in the class and he loves joking around. His full name's Jake Thuln. He's rich. And his parents... well, I'm not gonna talk about that. I think he's very annoying, but ya can see for yourself. Ya don't know anyone here," Katy tells me. I'll see. Maybe he's nice, and just not to her. I have no idea what will happen if I start talking to Jake. I just don't understand what she meant when she mentioned his parents.

"Welcome! I am Layla Zonal and I'll be your French teacher this year. I know y'all and I think Tilsa has done a name round already, so I won't do that. Except for this one girl. I don't know ya?" She looks at me. I have to do this all year, every teacher wants to know me. Even though I leave them to be every year. "Je m'appelle Sasha, ma'am. J'ai changé d'école l'année dernière," I answer. "Donc je suis nouveau ici." "Ahh, welcome here then! You'll have a great time. I like your talent with the language," she says, and then starts about the lesson: "Now, we'll start this year with talking about personal information. As you've just heard, Sasha here is a good French speaker. You're doing this year a second time?" I answer: "Oui, ma'am." "Then you could introduce yourself and a little bit of personal information about you?" she asks. I look up. Should I? Ofcourse, I've done this for awhile now. "Je m'appelle Sasha. J'ai quatorze ans et j'aime le tir à l'arc. Est-ce assez?" I say, I like to be professional, but that is because I've done this for awhile now and I don't want to seem to be someone who can't do anything. "Oui, c'est assez," she says, surprised by my knowledge. She then continues her round of names. I hear a sound behind me, and look around. I see Jake is taking his phone from his bag.