"Elise!" My friend Jessica said as she slammed her palms on my desk. I looked up to see her, happy as ever.
Winter break had just ended, and now I was forced back at hell – or school, whatever you call it. I hated school, I didn't like being social, I was so awkward and I had a lot of trouble making friends. I ended up getting bullied and switched schools to a Christian school. Everyone here was all "Praise Jesus, we love our Lord" which I never cared about, but they always seemed so… Overdone - as if they were putting on a show for everyone, but behind the scenes they were totally different. Only Jessica and I were the only people who weren't really like that.
"Yes?" I replied quietly, watching the door as many other grade eights poured in, including the guy I liked a little bit at the time (but it was slowly fading), Tristan. I looked back at Jessica.
"Did you see Marcus yet! You are like the only person who didn't see him when he was having a tour of the school!" She was so enthusiastic about this guy coming to the school. She knew him from musical theatre and she thought he was the kind of guy I would like.
Jessica really wanted me to be in a relationship, or at least find someone attractive. She didn't know about Tristan, I wasn't going to tell her, let alone anyone, because she always called him feminine.
"Not yet, we have French first though… I'm going to see him then." I said. I was scared to see this guy, I bet he was ugly. Jessica always thought the guys I liked were like super ugly dorks or something; probably because I am one myself.
The bell rang and the other three girls of the class came in, Kayla, Peyton, and Allie. There was this other girl in our class – Destiny – she was super nice, but really silent. She was almost a saint, she was a goody-two shoes, but in a good way.
My homeroom teacher, who was also my English teacher, started talking but I never listened, I just looked out the window. He asked for prayer requests and whatever, then we prayed and the bell rang. I swung off to French.
I sat down in my seat; somewhat conveniently I sit next to Tristan, but I was too shy to strike up a conversation – also the French teacher didn't like people talking during class.
I looked up and saw Mrs. L (let's just call her that) talking to some guy with glasses and flippy hair, but it was almost too short for flippy hair. I looked over to Jessica, who was looking at me, and lipped "Is that him (Marcus)?" She nodded and I was in complete shock.
He was cute.
Only one person (besides myself) knows who is the real people in this.. heheh.