1. New School
Twenty pairs of eyes stared at me as I walked into the classroom. The teacher glanced at me expectantly, obviously annoyed I interrupted her speech.
"May I help you?" She asked with a fake smile.
"I'm ne-"
"Ah yes! Miss Davies." She cut me off. "I've been expecting you. Late on the first day I see, well lets not make it of habit. I am Mrs. Leonard."Her voice was screechy and held too much enthusiasm.
"It's Ashley." I answered. Her beady little eyes bore into mine, then down, inspecting what she had to work with this year.
"I see. We were just discussing Shakespeare, surely you've heard of him." She glanced at my piercings and outfit one last time before turning back to the class. "Or not." She mumbled quietly.
"Actually I am very aware of William Shakespeare. Born April 23, 1564 and died on his birthday April 23, 1616. He has written many brilliant plays, about 42 I think it was, most of which were tragedies such as Macbeth, Hamlet, Othello and of course Romeo and Juliet. Others were comedies such as A Winters Tale, Twelfth Night, or one my favorites A Midsummer Nights Dream. His biggest fan was Queen Elizabeth. But I wont bore people with the rest, that's your job." I smirked loving the surprised expression on her face. You would think teachers knew not to judge people by there looks.
"Thank you for that insight Miss Davies, but I am sure everyone knows that information already. Now you may take a seat where ever you like while I continue teaching MY class." She snapped after the shock wore off. I couldn't help but chuckle at the possessiveness in her tone as I walked to the back of the class taking my seat. I put my I-pod in to block out Mrs. Leonard's excessive droning.
Half way through the second song, a folded piece of paper landed on my desk. I snapped my head up in surprise to look for the culprit. After failing to see who could have thrown the offending object, I opened the note and read.
I haven't seen any one talk back to Mrs. Leonard in a long time.
I can tell this class is gonna be much more fun with you in it.
-Skyler
I looked up again in search of this Skyler guy. My browns eyes lock with green ones, this must be Skyler. He had medium length straitened blond hair that swung to the right just above his emerald eyes, and a piercing on his left eyebrow. He seemed average height with a perfectly toned body, not too bulky. Skyler was wearing a blue and white button up collar shirt, top three undone, with a pair of faded blue jeans, and some white vans. Guys got style. He smiled then turned back around to listen to the teacher.
Class ended more swiftly than I expected.I gathered my things and made a retreat for the door, only to be stopped by a tap on my shoulder. Turning around I saw Skyler with a sincere smile plastered on his face. I can already tell me and him are going to be good friends.
"Hi, I'm Skyler Fray." He extended his hand and I gently took his in mine.
"Ashley Davies." Skyler pulled his hand back, smile never leaving his face.
"What class do you have next Ashley?" We started walking into the crowded hallways. I looked to my schedule and frowned.
"Chemistry with Mr. Richards." Skyler laughed.
"I have that class too. You're gonna hate Mr. Richards, the guys an ex-militia hard ass."
"Great." He laughed again.
We walked into room 206. The desks seem smashed together for such a big room. Lab tables were in one half of the room while thirty some desks in the other half. In the front of the room was a large counter like table with papers every where, and a computer thrown off to the corner with an old worn down red computer chair. Behind the counter stood a stout balding man looking to be in his forties. He stood with exact posture, scowl in place.
The bell rang and Skyler sent me an apologetic smile before scurrying to his seat. I looked around to see everybody seated, most eyes to the front at attention others sneaking looks at me. I walked forward to the counter and started to speak, only to be interrupted again. What is with teachers and doing that?
"Miss Davies, here is your syllabus. After taking it upon myself to look at your old schools files, I have rearranged the seating chart. You will sit in the empty desk right up front where I can keep my eye on you. Any questions?" His booming voice sent echos through out the room.
"Nope." I turned and sat in the seat directly behind me.
"Good. I expect that syllabus signed and returned to me by the beginning of next class. Now we are taking notes. Anything I say is important and should be written down." He pointedly looked in my direction. Great. I took out my notebook. I promised my mother, Christine, I would actually try this year. Better get started.
