Staring at the ground I walked through the hall. Nobody seemed to care that I was unfamiliar. Nobody seemed to care that I was unusual. Nobody seemed to even notice me. I had to take a glance down to make sure I was still there; that I hadn't turned invisible. Nope -still there. I liked it that way. I had once been told that I had the kind of face you forget even when looking directly at it. Good. I didn't want to be remembered. Attention had brought me only trouble in the past, so I did my best to dissolve into my surroundings. Music in my ears, I had a smile plastered across my face. This school would be a fresh, new, normal, start. I was finally happy. Until the bell rang, and a glance at my timetable told me I had additional maths. Way to ruin the day.
it's maths I thought to my self! I took a deep breath in and I took one step before I knew it I was in the classroom starting at the people. why is everyone staring at me, oh ya it's because I am new I thought to my self. but no I was wrong everyone was doing their work, no one bothered to look at me not even a single person. the teacher said "class lesson up we have a new student, make her feel comfortable"
she told me where to sit and I sat down. I sit with a boy he looks like he is the popular boy. he gave me this disgusted look.
Boredom kills. There I am tapping my school desk repetitively with the end of my pencil, staring out of the window, wishing I was anywhere but here.
"can you stop clicking the pen it's giving me a headache," said the boy
"ok, you don't have to be rude" I replied
ok enough of his he is just a jerk
The teacher had a hawkish air about her. Even her nose was curved and beaky. She had eyes of palest blue that fixed you in ice should you dare disagree or talk out of turn
