I jump out of the small red rusty pick-up truck and off to my new life. It's not so great moving all around the country but you get used to it. The cold icy air blew through my curls and it just made me hug myself even tighter. I'm not a fan of being almost frozen to death anymore (it has been two years seen I've been in very cold weather) but I confidently will be in the near future. I hope I was presentable to these people I don't know how they would act when they see me with a ton of jackets on but I couldn't help wearing this many jackets since I thought I would fall, shiver then die without them. I look at my schedule and see I was now near my home room. As I walk to the door I grip my bag tightly for my stomach has magically formed butterflies in it. I knock, open the door and wish that I wouldn't be eaten alive by this species.
"Oh, you must be the new student, we were all waiting for you!" the teacher says with so much enthusiasm that I just want to barf in her face. I just smile at her and she points her hand to the class signaling me to take a seat. She then proceeds with the lesson that she was talking about before I interrupted her class.
The only desk that I see available was at the back. I took a seat and unfortunately there was somebody I had to share the desk with the rest of the school year. I take my schedule out of my pocket and check what the teacher's name is. Hmm, its Mrs. Cres, suits her I guess. For the five minutes I have been here blank in mind I just suddenly realized that everyone had a seatmate this guy unfortunately had to share a desk that was rightfully his for the rest of the school year. I guess it has to suck having a seat all to yourself for about four months then you have to share it for the next four, cause that is what I would feel if that ever happened to me. The seat was getting comfy and my eyes started to flutter from the bore but I just couldn't close them all the way and I didn't know why. Could of it be because it is my first day of school and I didn't want to make a bad impression? Nah, I did it before and I was never caught I had to figure it out. Could it be the aura in this room, of it being too quiet? Yeah, I think that's it! Being in a somewhat quiet area has always made me feel nervous. I really have to get used to this kind of school. I just hope it's not some kind of a goody-two-shoes-know-it-all school. I sure hope it's not or I would, let's just say get crazy.
I look at the person sitting next to me. He is just looking at the teacher but is obviously day dreaming about something. I can tell; I do it all the time. Elbow on desk, head caressed on palm, pencil between index and middle fingers of the other hand and a blank expression to top it all off. Teachers just think there jotting notes and listening to every detail they say but they think wrong. He is just the kind of guy I would actually want to be friends with but you can't just judge him because of it but he is the only one that is in that position since everyone was actually listening to her. Ugh, these people are so grade conscious. I would like to punch one of them into the next millennia. Don't get me wrong I really would do it. No wonder no one wanted to sit next to the guy that's a few inches away from me right now. They wouldn't get a piece of information from him. Suddenly the bell rings.
Yes, I am now actually out of that quiet hell hole and now trying to get through the sea of people to get to my next class. I looked at my schedule and my next subject for the day is history class. I don't care who the teacher is I just want to get the subject over with. History is one subject I really hate. All the memorizing kills me on the inside but I get through it at least. Then I finally found it, Room 405. I walk in and I'm the first one here, at least I can pick any seat that I like. I choose one at the back, the desk at the right corner to be exact. I see each one coming in and sit down very quietly. Is it really like this, here, in SAN FRANCISCO? If it is I want to go back to Phoenix, Arizona, where I'm comfortable. I day dream a little about Arizona then I snap back to reality the only seat left was the one next to mine. Wonder who it is. Then the last student walks in, looking straight at me.
