Riley's POV
I awaken from my slumped state sleeping halfway off my bed, I hear my music on Pandora radio's alarm clock feature blaring in my left ear, as I had left my phone under my pillow. I hastily turn off the noise of whatever songs were playing. I open my phone to see that I had gotten DM on Instagram from my schools fake drama account, Haters At Abigail Addams High School. I hate these, ever since that damned account went up everyone at school hates each other, an anonymous student created it to cause drama. And do you believe it worked?
I read the text message and had read "How the fuck do you even have friends, you're such a dizzy little pris." This isn't the first one I have gotten, and may not be the last.
At school 1 hour later Lucas's POV
I walk into Mr. Matthews's classroom and sit in my usual spot, a kid leans over to me, "Hey Lucas." He whispers, "What's up?" I ask, "Did you know we are getting a new student." He said. In fact I did not know that, well I never know these things, I kinda stopped caring about this kind of stuff when Zay went to a military academy. Farkle walks in and doesn't sit were he usually does, in fact right to my left, "Hey did you know we are getting a new student." I ask, trying to spread the news, "No." He says, as he pulled his shirt sleeve down.
Farkle's POV
As Lucas is trying to talk to me about some stuff about a new kid at school, I'm trying to hide that have accidentally cut myself with a kitchen knife, when my mother was trying to teach me to cook, the reason I'm doing this is because ever since Zay nearly got hit by a car and attacked the driver of said Chevy Impala, and went to the hospital for a couple of days, Lucas has gotten a lot more sensitive about these things.
Nobody's POV
As the classroom filled with students, Mr. Matthews wrote the objective on the board, French Revolution, the room was filled with the loud noises of voice of 16 to 17 year olds. "Okay everybody, can anyone tell me what's on this blackboard." Mr. Matthews asked the class, "Words." a kid in the back said, a few sinkers followed, an average day in school. "No." Mr Matthews said discouraging the idiot. Suddenly the door opened. In walked a boy, the same age as all the other students in there. He was a Caucasian kid with blonde hair on the top of his head, his bangs were spiked up and swept to the right. He was six feet tall exactly and had a somewhat muscular build, almost that of a track runner, or a baseball player. He had bright crystal blue eyes and a few freckles at the sides of his nose.
"Yes, what do you need?" Mr. Matthews asked the boy. The blonde just looked around, all of the other students were starring at him, he handed Mr. Matthews a slip of paper. The older man read it carefully. He leaned over to the boy.
"Just sit over there okay, today's lesson is starting." Mr. Matthews directed the kid to sit at a seat behind Farkle. He did what he was told and walked over to the empty desk. As he walked over the students starred at him, he didn't know what to think of this. As he seated himself Mr. Matthews continued the lesson.