Calia walked up to the front desk. "I have my assignment in early," she stated as she handed her homework over to the teacher.
"Thank you, Calia! It is such a great help for you to submit your work earlier than the other students, it's easier in the grading process," the teacher exclaimed.
Then you could hear a murmur in the corner. "Teacher's pet," a group of teenagers said as they sniggered to themselves.
That's me. Calia. Life doesn't get much harder than this. It's hard to be yourself in a school that rips of your flesh and chews on it like candy. Not trying to get poetic or anything.
Calia walked over to the small crowd. "Hello, Rebecca," she smiled. She looked devious as if she knew what she was doing. "I heard some people talking about the fencing match last night. I heard they struck you in the chest."
They the two girls began to laugh hysterically.
That's Rebecca. She's kind of a friend, kind of an enemy. She just doesn't know where she stands. She's a jock and show-off. She is so important.
Then a boy walked into the room.
"Hey, Calia!" he shouted, only a few feet away from her. "What room has no door, no walls, and no windows?"
"Um, duh! A mushroom. Everyone knows that, it's the oldest one in the book. Hit me again."
Daniel, A real jokester. Just he doesn't call them jokes like everyone else. They're riddles, I say the same. And he doesn't call himself a jokester. I believe he uses the term philosophical.
"What loses it's head in the morning, and gains it back at night?"
"A pillow. Easy. Give me your best shot."
"What is broken when you do not hold it?"
"Well, that has are answers AND you said it wrong. It's 'what is broken when you do not keep it,' because the answers are not object, they are thoughts, so you can not necessarily hold them, but keep them. The answers are promises and secrets, so if you wanted to-"
"Calia, can you do our ears a favor and shut up. I'm trying to read our science book," a girl from the crowd requested.
Calia squinted and rolled my eyes. PLEASE! Give me a break! It's the same thing every time, she thought.
Genevieve. Strangely, I like her more than most. I almost feel like I can, um, compare myself to her. There are just a few people left that I have not shown you.
"So, um, Genevieve. I see your very excited about astronomy," Calia said, followed by a harsh whisper. "Like always."
"Yes. And?"
"I completely share the love, but, out of all the subjects and hobbies, why astronomy?"
"Well- uh-oh!"
"What? Did you do another uh-oh in your pants, Gen?" Rebecca asked, followed by many laughs, including Calia.
"But seriously," Calia stopped laughing. "What happened?"
"I just remembered… wherever Dan is, Toby is sure to follow."
When Genevieve said they all whispered together, "Nooooooooo."
Then there is Toby. He definitely doesn't know where he stands. Constantly people are confused! 'Is he a poet? Is he a singer? Is he a poet? Is he a singer?' I'm here like, 'He's a bard!... sort of.'
Then one more enters the room.
"Um, here," he says huffing as he handed many sheets of paper. "Here is the past week's homework."
Before the teacher could respond, Calia decided to do her daily moping.
"Oh no. Wherever Sam is, Via is sure to be there too," Calia yelled as she slapped her hands to the sides of her face, not enthusiastic at all.
Sam. Sam, Sam, Sam. The most important guy in school, they all say. He doesn't notice me much, but when he does, we're friends I guess. He really only notices me when I babble and he tells me to shut up.
And there's Via, his girlfriend. They're always together. I don't know if they really like each other or she's just clingy. I don't really like her AT ALL. She, being Sam's girlfriend, is the most important girl in school. It's simply annoying.
They all once again yelled, "Nooooooooo," less enthusiastic than before.
Sam looked at Calia. Then quickly looked away. She had been looking at him too. She looked away as well. Then he began to focus more on the teacher.
"I'm sorry, Penelope ate my homework," he said looking truthful.
"Really. Do you expect me to believe that?" Sylvia, their teacher/tutor asked.
"Yes, yes I do. You know, Penelope was having Rosy and Brielle over, and they dared her to do it. I swear to God, I had nothing to do with it!" Sam explained.
Calia could somehow see that there could be truth in his explanation.
Penelope. Penelope, Rosy, and Brielle. They are the best of friends. Where there are eighteen-year old, there must be fifteen-year olds. Penelope was Sam's younger sister, and Rosy and Brielle were her friends that she did almost everything with.
"Okay," Sylvia finally said as she took the papers from his hand. "But this is the last time."
When he walked to the door, still gasping for air, Calia whispered in his ear "Nice one."
So I know what you may be thinking- 'What is so important about you and your life?' Many things that you still need to learn. This is my school, Seaside. You will find that there are so many things you are yet to learn. For one thing, we're kind of… characters.