It was Monday morning, which means I have to sit here and listen to Mr. Mercado, drone on and on about how amazing architecture is. If there's one thing I don't enjoy doing is drawing. I was never blessed with the artistic talent, all I can draw are stick figures. I really wanted to take something I'm more passionate about like baking, or creative writing. Yet, my counselor decided it was best to put me in this class. Why even fill out a class selection form if they're going to choose your class.
At least one good thing came out this class. That person was sitting two rows in front of me, writing down whatever Mr. Mercado was saying. Sometimes I get lost just staring at the back of her head; her silky blonde tresses were neatly stuffed into a chignon. It was even better when she turned and looked out the window. That's when I get to see her whole face, which is gorgeous. She has piercing blue eyes, a complexion that resembles snow, and light freckles spread across her check. I wouldn't have noticed it, if I hadn't been staring at her like a creep while she was day dreaming.
Unlike her I had freckles spread all over my face, copper hair that I keep in two pig tails, and turquoise eyes. A high-pitched sound caused me to jump out of my seat, which caused some people to laugh and others to stare at me in bewilderment. It took me a minute to register that the sound was the school bell. I started packing away my things quickly, so I could go try and talk to her, but I wasn't fast enough; by the time I had everything packed, she was gone. I slung one of the straps from backpack on my shoulder and began heading out of class. I almost gone when called me back.
I really thought this day would get better. What could he possibly want from me? I slowly walked back in towards his desk where he sat. Mr. Mercado is a forty year old man with a beer gut, reclining hair line, and wears glasses that barely fit his face.
"You wanted to see me?" I asked.
"Yes. I wanted to talk about your participation and your grades in my class." This was strange, I'm pretty sure I'm passing this class with at least a C or I should be.
"What about them?" I was now suddenly curious as to what my grade might be in this class. I couldn't afford to be a failure or at least fail an elective class.
"Anna, you were passing the 1st and 2nd semester with a C, now your grade has dropped down to a D. Is there anything you're not understanding?
Once the word D, came out of his my mouth I nearly felt my heart drop. Progress reports are coming in next week, what am I supposed to do?
"Is there any way I could bring my grades up before progress reports come out?"
"That's another thing I wanted to talk to you about. I'm going on a field trip with a few students and I'd like if you could come. I'll count as quiz and your grade should boost up to a high C," He said all this while getting up from his desk and getting a form from his cabinet.
"Sign and hand it to me by Friday or earlier," He said handing me the paper. I looked at the field trip form and noticed it was on Saturday. Also, that we were going to Pennsylvania Architecture and Archaeology museum. Great, I have to spend my Saturday studying Architecture, but it's worth getting my grade up.
The classes flew by so quick that it was already lunch time. The Cafeteria was packed and the lines were crowded. Lucky Kristoff and I had the same idea to pack our lunches in 9th grade or else we'd be in that line. Kristoff is my best friend, we've been friends since elementary school. I saw Kristoff sitting at our table, which is two tables from the back and four from the front. I said hey before taking a seat and removing my lunch from my book bag. I unwrapped my PB&J sandwich and began eating. It was silent as Kristoff and I ate. Once we were both finished, Kristoff was the one to break the silence.
"So, how are you? You're quite today," Kristoff asked with a concern look in his eye. Normally when I get to the table, I start talking by talking I mean rambling that I sometimes forget to finish my food, that Kristoff has to remind me. He acts like such a big brother sometimes.
"Today was fine, except for that I'm barely passing my drafting class." I was still bummed out by that.
"You too? What's your grade?" Kristoff asked.
"A D," I said immediately looking down.
"At least it's above mine. So, does that mean you're going to the field trip?"
"Yeah, I don't fail want to fail that class."
"Yeah," Kristoff exclaimed, which he received some strange glances. Before I could ask what was so exciting about learning on Saturday, Kristoff's step-brother Hans walked in. Hans was the total opposite of Kristoff. While Kristoff is a nice, gentle, and kind person. Hans is a douchebag with auburn hair and terrible side burns. I don't get what all the girls in the school see about him, he's a jerk. I sometimes feel bad for Kristoff.
"Does he always have to make a dramatic entrance?" I asked. Hans and the boys who follow him, always got to make some sort of noise when they enter in the cafeteria.
"If he didn't I'd be worried, "Kristoff said. I watched as Hans took a seat next to the girl in my drafting class. Does she even know him? Before I could ask Kristoff, Hans leaned in and kissed the girl on the lips. I turned around quickly because I don't know if I could watch the scene any longer. Kristoff seemed notice a change in my mood.
"Anna, what's wrong?" Kristoff asked, moving from his side and sitting next to me.
"Nothing. I'm fine." I don't want to Kristoff the real reason even though he's my best friend. I don't think he even suspects I'm gay. I just feel like if I tell him I'd lose a great friend.
"N-," Kristoff was cut off by the sound of the bell, signaling us to go our next period. I quickly got and threw away my trash. I didn't wait for Kristoff, I sped walk towards the exit. I could hear Kristoff shout behind me that the conversation was not over.