I was currently dragging my tired feet towards my first class, English. I have been walking for so long trying to find the damn classroom, I'm sure I am about half an hour late. There was no one in the hallway, except for my self. I was literally going to give up, when my eye caught the sign, English.
I strode over to the door, ignoring my crying legs and stood near the door, which was covered by a big bull dog. The said bull dog seemed old, with white hair and a pair of glasses. His back was facing me. The way he was standing looking at the class, I assumed he was the teacher.
I slowly cleared my throat and waited for him to turn around and scream at me for being late. But, for my amusement he did not hear me. I internally groaned at this old man and silently tapped my foot on the floor impatiently, hoping someone would see me.
A few minutes after I saw a few heads looking my way and snickers erupted from the class. I looked the teacher, at least hoping he would notice me now, only to see him dozing off.
"Sir!" A high-pitched baby voice sounded from the front row, making the English teacher to be shaken awake.
"Yes, Ms. Sherlock?" He asked, and I groaned again. Dude!! Like wtf?!?! His voice carries the label of boredom!!
"There's a student standing behind you, sir" Said the same girl, with her two braided pink hair matching her ridiculously pink dress, with her pink glasses. And my friends, she almost have nerd written on her forehead.
The teacher slowly turned around and frowned at me. Does this man ever smile?
"You are late" He says giving me the chance to move past him, after standing there for almost half the period.
"Sorry" I mumbled, moving to the back of the class, where half the people were sleeping.
Another fifteen minutes have passed when the old bull dog-wait, I meant, teacher, spoke again.
"You over there" He said pointing at me. "Are you new?"
Oh baby Jesus! Who even gave him this job? He notices now?! After all, there's only five more minutes till this hell finishes.
"Yes sir" I said nodding, in case he has some hearing problems as well.
"Well girl! You should have told me! What's your name?"
"Eleanor Marshell" I said and stood up from my seat. Not because I was talking to the boring teacher, but because the bell rang. I stepped out of the class room, to a very busy hallway. I made my way-well, swum my way in freestyle, through the student pool and reached my locker.
"Hey there! I'm Melissa Ferns!" said the girl next to me. She had blonde, smooth hair with beautiful blue eyes, whereas my eyes are hazel.
"Hey!" I said returning my smile.
"You are the new girl, right? Everybody's been talking about you" She said smirking at me. Guess she's good to befriend.
"Have they?" I say smiling again, pulling out my schedule.
"Yeah, girl! Mostly within the boys though, they were talking about how hot and sexy you were," She said wiggling her eyebrows and I laughed. "You would have like to see the facial expression of the Queen Bee here. Her name is Allison-Allison Clement, and she's a total plastic"
"Gosh! I met a ' plastic-barbie-straight-from-the-trash-can' today morning. It might have been her." I said air-quoting.
"Oh my god! You are soo my style, locker mate! Friends?" She asked hopefully.
"Friends" I said nodding.
"What about....best friends?... I know it is too early but you see, I do have friends, but they do not understand my sarcasm much, but you are soo good at it and I was just hoping whether you would like to be friends. It is okay if you don't want to, I understa-" I cut her ramble off.
"Woah woah! Slow down there buddy! Best friends it is" I said hugging her.