Not All The Same ⭐(Completed)

Chapter 9: There Is Still Hope As Long As We Are Together.

Becky didn't know how it happened. Try as she might, she just couldn't fix the dots. She had no idea how she went from the mysterious, orange haired, hard to understand accent, clumsy new girl who sucked at Physical Education classes to being the most sought after classmate in class. Maybe it was because she was good at Mathematics—–a subject that girls thought were only suited for boys or perhaps it was because she accidentally changed Wendy's golden locks of hair to streaks of brown and green at the science laboratory the previous week and the class now thought she was some kind of invisible super heroine who was able to annoy the meanest girl in class without facing detention like all of them do when they get on Wendy's nerves.

For Becky though, it was an embarrassing situation and the fact that Seth had laughed at her when she told him all about it proved it so. The fact that she failed in that experiment wasn't a cause for celebration but the other girls in class thought otherwise. She couldn't deny she loved that her classmates were opening up to her, getting to know her and no longer mocking her for her Irish accent. She had been afraid the first day she had stepped into the class that everything that happened back in school in Ireland was going to repeat itself; the constant teasing, the bully and the jabs that she should act more like a girl. Thankfully, she has passed that stage with her new class.

If anything, now they appreciated her accent in a certain kind of way. The boys treated her as if she was special in some way because of her accent and the orange hair but they still ran behind Mercedes trying to get her attention nevertheless.

Not that she minded the last part much. She already had a handful of trouble on her hands with the girls and their constant nagging to relate everything she knew about Europe and Ireland to them. She didn't want boys running behind her and getting Seth jealous.

As she sat in class now, trying her hardest best to concentrate on Mrs. Robinson's teaching, only two things were bothering her at the moment. Having enough money for both her and Seth to apply in the wrestling school and the strange looks Mercedes was giving her. She didn't quite get why she was looking at her like that but she didn't like it. Sitting in the front row in class was a curse, Becky has always thought so since first grade. Sitting in the back was more fun especially if you're mischievous. Having a front row seat left her exposed and vulnerable to a teacher's constant stares and in this case Becky dreaded it because she couldn't glance at Mercedes's way and warn her to stop looking at her without Mrs. Robinson getting involve.

Becky almost cried in joy when Mrs. Robinson ended the class. She loved Mrs. Robinson's classes and Mrs. Robinson herself but having Mercedes stare at her the entire time made her feel uncomfortable Mercedes was out of the class though, her school bag slinging on her shoulder before she could talk to her.

"Rebecca," Mrs. Robinson called her.
Becky almost cursed under her breath. She wanted to run behind Mercedes and have a serious conversation with her about what happened yesterday in the library and now the peculiar looks in class. "Yes, Mrs. Robinson?"

"Have you finished the assignment I gave you yesterday?"

She had forgotten about that. "Oh yes ma'am. Here. I have finished everything. It was surprisingly easy. Much the same thing I was taught back in Dublin."

Mrs. Robinson nodded and smiled. The big, motherly smile that Becky missed on her mother's face. "Good Rebecca. You're brilliant. I'm quite sure you will fair well in our upcoming mid—term exams."

Becky tensed up. If only I can improve in Physical Education classes I will be fine, she thought to herself. She suddenly cursed the person that invented the whole idea of Physical Education classes in school in the first place. Becky stood there silently, preparing herself for a rebuke from Mrs. Robinson about a mistake she had unknowingly made but it never came. She occasionally peered outside, hoping to see Seth appear and scowl at her for still being in class but he wasn't there. She sighed a sigh of relief though when Mrs. Robinson closed the book and gave her a thumbs up. Becky thanked her and grabbed her school bag. She was stopped at the doorway by Mrs. Robinson's deep voice.