Arza Gehnsen sat in her new history class, a dreamy looking "dish" as her
old friends would have called him, sat across from her taking notes. Her
own notebook was filled with word-by-word notes, of stories, and other tid
bits of information that the teacher had been giving them. Most of it was
written in short hand, which even she herself didn't actually understand.
"Hey…" The dreamy dish leaned over, "Do you want to borrow the notes we've taken the last few weeks? We're having a test on Friday…"
Arza stared at his hand, where he held out his complete notebook of History notes. It was an obviously much-used notebook. With a worn cover, and several some-what rude comments written over the front; The pages inside were no better, with ripped pages, some falling out, their perforated pages having ripped, and the corner's bent.
"Sure…" She took the notebook, "But don't you need it?"
"No. I just bought a new notebook. He held up the clean notebook, and smiled, "What's your name?"
"Mr. Kent…all conversation should be held outside of class during passing periods…Not during my History lesson."
"Sorry…" He looked down at his desk sheepishly.
Arza set his old notebook in her lap, and began to catch up on her notes again. He'd set her back by a few sentences. That was okay. One of Mr. Hiroshima's stories might not be complete in her notebook. It would at least save on paper. She had a feeling he talked a lot.
"What's your name?" Mr. Kent asked, turning to her again, after Mr. Hiroshima had turned back to his board.
"Arza."
"Arza what?"
"Gehnsen."
"I'm Clark." They shook hands across the isle, and to say the least, Arza felt kind of like an idiot doing it.
"Nice to meet you."
"You too."
"Mr. Kent, I don't want to have to give you a detention."
"Sorry Sir."
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"So, what's the scoop with this new girl?" Chloe began sorting things out on her plate, which was mainly filled with what most people called "rabbit food", which was because, as she was telling everyone, 'she was trying to maintain her shape'.
"I don't know."
"Well, I think we all saw you talking to her. What's her name, where's she from?"
"Her name is Arza, and I don't know were she's from."
"Oh! There she is!" Chloe stood, "Arza!"
The girl picked up her head, to look at Chloe confused.
"Come on over here, and sit with us?"
Still slightly confused, she followed the order, and picked up her plate of greasy school food, and made her way over.
"Hi. I'm Chloe." She stuck out her hand, and smiled.
"Hi…I'm Arza, but I guess you already know that…" She shook her hand, and set her tray down.
"So…Were are you from?"
"South. I was born up here, but we moved when I was like ten. I was home schooled before then."
"Really? Wow." Chloe began sifting through her salad.
"Yea. We moved back, because my Dad was promoted at LuthorCorp."
"Hey, whose the chick?" Pete whispered to Clark as he sat.
"Arza. The new girl." Clark whispered back, "I think we should save her from Chloe."
"Maybe your right…" Pete nodded, "Chloe…did you know that your deadline was pushed up?"
"What? He didn't! He's already pushed it up twice!" She got up from the table, "I'll be back."
Clark nodded as Chloe walked away, "Nice work, Pete."
"Thanks." He nodded, "Now let's leave before she comes back…"
"Hey…" The dreamy dish leaned over, "Do you want to borrow the notes we've taken the last few weeks? We're having a test on Friday…"
Arza stared at his hand, where he held out his complete notebook of History notes. It was an obviously much-used notebook. With a worn cover, and several some-what rude comments written over the front; The pages inside were no better, with ripped pages, some falling out, their perforated pages having ripped, and the corner's bent.
"Sure…" She took the notebook, "But don't you need it?"
"No. I just bought a new notebook. He held up the clean notebook, and smiled, "What's your name?"
"Mr. Kent…all conversation should be held outside of class during passing periods…Not during my History lesson."
"Sorry…" He looked down at his desk sheepishly.
Arza set his old notebook in her lap, and began to catch up on her notes again. He'd set her back by a few sentences. That was okay. One of Mr. Hiroshima's stories might not be complete in her notebook. It would at least save on paper. She had a feeling he talked a lot.
"What's your name?" Mr. Kent asked, turning to her again, after Mr. Hiroshima had turned back to his board.
"Arza."
"Arza what?"
"Gehnsen."
"I'm Clark." They shook hands across the isle, and to say the least, Arza felt kind of like an idiot doing it.
"Nice to meet you."
"You too."
"Mr. Kent, I don't want to have to give you a detention."
"Sorry Sir."
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"So, what's the scoop with this new girl?" Chloe began sorting things out on her plate, which was mainly filled with what most people called "rabbit food", which was because, as she was telling everyone, 'she was trying to maintain her shape'.
"I don't know."
"Well, I think we all saw you talking to her. What's her name, where's she from?"
"Her name is Arza, and I don't know were she's from."
"Oh! There she is!" Chloe stood, "Arza!"
The girl picked up her head, to look at Chloe confused.
"Come on over here, and sit with us?"
Still slightly confused, she followed the order, and picked up her plate of greasy school food, and made her way over.
"Hi. I'm Chloe." She stuck out her hand, and smiled.
"Hi…I'm Arza, but I guess you already know that…" She shook her hand, and set her tray down.
"So…Were are you from?"
"South. I was born up here, but we moved when I was like ten. I was home schooled before then."
"Really? Wow." Chloe began sifting through her salad.
"Yea. We moved back, because my Dad was promoted at LuthorCorp."
"Hey, whose the chick?" Pete whispered to Clark as he sat.
"Arza. The new girl." Clark whispered back, "I think we should save her from Chloe."
"Maybe your right…" Pete nodded, "Chloe…did you know that your deadline was pushed up?"
"What? He didn't! He's already pushed it up twice!" She got up from the table, "I'll be back."
Clark nodded as Chloe walked away, "Nice work, Pete."
"Thanks." He nodded, "Now let's leave before she comes back…"