Ally's POV
We had just arrived at school and since orientation was last week, I already knew where all my classes were. We walked in and we were close to being late. Stupid traffic. "So glad you could join us." Mrs. Bennet said.
"Yeah sorry about that, " I said looking down,
blushing since I noticed the entire class was looking at me. Sadly, Savannah had all the same classes as me except this one. I started walking after I realized I was standing there talking to myself. I looked around for a spot since they all seemed to be taken. "You can sit right there." Mrs.Bennett pointed and evidently, there was the last open chair.
Ugh. It's the egotistical Kreme Krispy Jerk. He's like that wet sock I keep forgetting to put in the dryer. I guess he noticed me too because he rolled his eyes.
I dragged my feet to the last open seat and prayed to god this class we gonna end soon. "Ok class turn to page 247" Mrs. Bennett droned on. When someone tapped me on the shoulder and I looked over and there the wet sock was. "Can I borrow a pencil?" I reached over to grab one and looked at him. "Wow. It's the first-class and you don't even have a pencil." "Shut up" he grumbled. I think he knew I was messing with him because of the small smirk he was fighting not to show.
"MS.GRACE!" The teacher shouted and a girl was filing her nails and looked up dramatically and turned side to side confused like she just noticed she was in class. "what is the answer to number 2?" She looked down and went back to filing her nails like she had not a care in the world. " Uh- 37?" I mentally faced palmed. As she started calling on others girls, and their answers dumber than the last.
At one point, someone shouted, two chickies. And I decided to spare everyone the trouble. "11p," I said. And everyone looked at me shocked. "If you carry all the numbers over and regroup, distribute you get 11 and you bring down the variable which is p," I said shrugging nonchalantly.
While everyone was looking at me shocked. "Very good ms....." "Brenson. Ally Brenson" she looked at me in admiration as if I was the first smart girl in her class. The wet sock tapped me again, and I looked over and he said "you're helping me with my homework" and I just chuckled trying not to show my faint smile.
Word count: 431
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Dumb Blonde Society
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