The Boy with Green Eyes

The First Day

Richwood High. The school full of snobs and jocks. Everyone has a Mercedes and a butler. And that's the school my dad applied me for since it was closest to the new house.

I walk into school with the worst outfit ever apparently since it is not "designer made." The school has the worst vibe ever. Everyone stares at my vans and looks at me like I am going to be their best makeover. My first class is Photography with Mr. Charles. I go to my locker 215 and put what I have so far in. From the corner of my eye some girl with dark pastel red colored hair keeps eye balling me. She walks past me and accidentally spill her Caramel Macchiato from Starbucks all over my pants. "Oops, sorry couldn't see you there with that ugly face your hiding behind. Oh wait that is your face," she says as her two minions laugh at me. Without thinking like the baby I am, I run away just like I do with every problem. I walk into the bathroom and look in the mirror. My red sweater and jeans all covered in coffee. I cleanup as much as possible (which is not a lot) and braid my messy hair. "At Least I look more decent," I say to myself. The bell rings for first period and I am off.

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I seat in the third row to the right. Looking at every detail the classroom has to offer. There is 12 kids, 5 girls and 7 boys. What a small class. I guess everyone is in polo. Mr. Charles presents himself. He looks almost albino with sharp razor blue eyes that will pierce your skin. "Good Morning everyone, for those who don't know me I am Mr. Charles. I have a Masters degree in Photography in NY...I daze off as he explains his background. He passes down papers explaining what supplies we need and what we will be learning. The guy in front of me turns around and I look into his eyes. A cool green that reminds me of the trees back at home. His smile is so sincere. The way he looks at me makes me want to look into his eyes forever. "Thanks," I say as he turns around. The rest of the class happens so fast that I felt like I just sat down. The bell rings and the guy leaves. I didn't even know his name.

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After third period I went to Chemistry with Ms.Hankins. Same thing, explaining what they did before they ended up in this job where you barely get paid and torture kids for a living. Handing out papers on what to do, what to get, the rules and obligations. She finally looks at her watch and says "lunch." We all walk out and head to the cafeteria. I follow everyone since I have no idea where I am going and twiddle with my thumbs. I hear the same girl again that spilled white girl drink on me. "Great, this will make things so much better."
I think to myself. I walk in line for lunch. I see see a poster that says " Eat right and be right." I grab a tray and a lunch lady gives me a glob of who knows what. There is a blonde hair sticking out of it. "Excuse me, I can't have this..." I say. "It's the only thing we got, except if you want this," and she points to leftovers that looks like from a 4 months ago. "No thanks, I am good I'll take this." I take what looks to be like Ravioli with noodles and look at the cafeteria. Where am I gonna sit. I look at the jocks all wearing their hoods. I look at the geeks talking about who knows the most number of pi. I sit in the back by myself. That girl again walks up to me and says "Look who it is, Raggedy Anne." "Who are you and why are you talking to me!" "Excuse me, I am Chari Velma the daughter of the guy who made Iggy Azalea famous." "So, no one cares who you are. You are just a dumb redhead that flirts with every guy you see." "Atleast I am not poor!!" I stare at her straight in the face. "You haven't worked a day in your life!!!" Then she looks at me and says "Well I worked for this..." Right there and then she slapped my face so hard her hand left a mark on my face. My eyes watered and I left crying. Then the most unbelievable thing happened. The guy with the green eyes came to help me.

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