1 week later
I walked down the corridor toward classroom A23. I tried to focus on reaching the room but instead, I could only feel the eyes of the other kids upon me. The hallway seemed to go on forever, the glossy green tile floor looming in front of me and the whispers of others closed in around me. The kids peeped through the almost-closed wooden doors and some past their lockers. The sound of the slammed little, metal doors was startling and nausea bubbled up inside of me as wafts of perfume, sweat and stale food assailed me. I finally made it to the classroom safely and sat down in the middle row. Pulling my bag under my table and my jacket over my chair, I placed my pencil case in front of me and took out my stationery, lining them up neatly. As the first bell of the day rang, a herd of kids barged into the room. The boys wore brown, boot cut pants, white polo shirts, green jumpers and black french-toast shoes. The girls were dressed in brown pleated scooters, white panel shirts, black flats and the same jumper.
As they all gathered in their groups, an adorable brunette entered the room. Her chocolate brown hair highlighted the two lime-green streaks she had at the front, and I surveyed her outfit. Unlike the others, she wore green striped, knee-high socks and black-Hi, slouchy converse. My eyes lit up as she made her way to me, the other kids trying to get her attention as she did.
"Hey, Blue!" shouted a girl.
"Blue, how was your spring break?" another asked.
"You look really pretty today, Blue," a boy complimented. She replied with a simple 'Hello' and sat down on my table, pulling me into an embrace.
"Hi, Bluebell," I giggled.
"Hey, Tom-Tom," she beamed, ruffling my hair. I finger-combed it and she stuck her tongue out at me. Her bright mood made me happy, which was I feeling I rarely got.
"You're different...happy," I accused jokingly. She laughed and slid into the seat next to me.
"School's the only place, other than Heaven, where I'm...free," she shrugged. I nodded.
"´Sup Blue," a voice interrupted our comfortable silence. The emo-hair kid.
"Hey, Jasper," she smiled and tilted her head, gesturing him to the seat behind her. "Where's Mrs. Bored-out-of-my-hair?"
"Five, four, three, two..." he breathed and was cut off by the clicking of heels and the slamming of a door. A short, angry-looking woman with dark clown-hair and blood-red lipstick entered the room. She pounded the black-board with the eraser and the class fell silent, everyone rushing to their seats. Across from me, sat a cute blonde. She flashed me a sweet smile and I returned it.
"Hello, idio-, uh, class. We have a new pupil. Uh..." she announced, reading my name from a piece of paper. "Thomas McPhur."
"It's Tom," I corrected, and she raised a thin eyebrow.
"Yes, fine. Tom, then, will you please stand and introduce yourself," she sighed, sounding fed-up already.
"But, you just...did?" I mumbled and she glared at me. Standing up, I exhaled and looked at each of my classmates as I spoke.
"Hey, I'm Tom. I just moved here from Germany, my dad's in the military," I affirmed.
Yeah, he's also a drug-dealer. But you don't need to know that.
"Everyone give Tom a round of applause," she commanded proudly. I slapped my hand on my forehead and dragged it down my face. The classroom filled with applaud and cheers. I jokingly bowed and blew kisses, making everyone burst into laughter.
"Alright, Alright. Sit down and shut up," the teacher hissed and scribbled her name on the board. "Mrs...Bore...da..loo...air."
"Today, we'll be exploring Geometry! Peggy, hand out everyone's jotters and the Geometry Success books!" she yelled as we all started to chat over her. I hardly dodged a notebook as it flew past me, hitting the boy in front of me.
"Ow, Jake! I'm gonna kill you!" he roared, fleeing his seat and lunging at the other boy.
"Mrs Boredaluaire! Danny put glue on my seat!" screamed a redhead.
"No, I didn't!"
"And the torture begins," muttered the teacher.