"And M.I.A. was born in London. Unbelievable, right?" It was another school day that was nearing the weekends. Sophie was leaving her house when she spotted Hanna down the road. They had decided to walk together.
Hanna nods, trying her best to keep up with the English girl's conversation. The brunette was very talkative, Hanna noted. The German girl found herself confused and lost whenever the English girl would talk. Maybe it was her fast British accent. But, Hanna enjoyed being around the English teenager.
They were in school hallway. Sophie notices some boys across the hall. Spanish boys. The brunette winks at them and turns to Hanna, "Weekend, busy?"
"Weekend?" Hanna repeats.
"Have you got anything to do?"
"No."
"Yes, you do."
"I do?" Hanna confused, once again.
"You're coming sleepover at mine's," Sophie smiles mischievously, "on one condition."
"What?" Hanna curiously leans in closer to Sophie because the English teenager was lowering her voice.
"Those boys, over there. Spanish. Gorgeous." Sophie informs Hanna, as her pale hazel eyes glances at the Spanish boys leaning on the lockers. Hanna turns her head fully towards them and notices two of the Spanish guys looking over at them. "No, don't stare at them."
Hanna looks back at Sophie. "Don't go all pruny about it, like my mate Paula," Sophie jokes, continuing to talk about the Latino boys across the hall, "They haven't got their eyebrows waxed… or anything!" Sophie smirks with excitement.
"Good." Hanna nods, still lost, but decided by Sophie's expression that this was a great, positive thing.
"Anyway, we're going out tonight and you're coming along," Sophie looks at Hanna, seeing if she needs more persuasion to usher the German girl.
"Alright." Hanna agrees automatically. Sophie smiles at the pleasant surprise of how quickly the German girl agreed to tag along.
"God, you're not hard to convince!" Sophie states while raising her eyebrows, quickly liking the quiet foreign teenager, "Hoe."
"Who?" Hanna asked, infinitely confused.
Sophie quickly glances at Hanna's attire. "Have you got anything to wear? You can't wear that, obviously. You look like some mad German." And with that, Sophie walks down the hall to her next class, leaving a confused Hanna behind to wonder what they were talking about.
It turns out that Sophie and Hanna had a few more classes together. Certainly, literature class was included in their conjoined classes.
Sophie thinks the literature teacher is a bitch spawned from hell. Marissa Wiegler.
"Passed your summer essays, children." Sophie never liked her thick Southern accent from gods-knows-where. Probably from hell. Since she was a she-devil; Marissa even had the red hair to prove her association with hell.
"Miss Wiegler, is it okay if we did not do the correct heading?" A random student asked.
The teacher gave a sadistic smile. "Sorry, darling. It's an automatic zero."
Sophie looked at Hanna across the room and rolled her eyes. Sophie believes the teacher was such a sour puss because her husband left her after she had an abortion. Or miscarriage. Or something like that.
"Can we please put the papers in alphabetical order, kids? We aren't in elementary anymore!" The she-devil hissed at her class as she shuffled the papers being turned in. "Are there anymore papers? I will not accept them as late work." Some students were hastily walking towards her desk to turn in their printed out essays. Hanna walked up and placed her loose-leaf paper in the right position of order.
Marissa glanced at the new face in her room, albeit every student was a fresh face since she never taught a Junior class before. But, somehow, Marissa found this pale, foreign girl incredibly irritating. Perhaps it was because Hanna's essay was a piece of loose-leaf paper rather than a print paper…
"Hm?" Marissa hummed, "Are you new, sweetheart?"
Hanna, not knowing that the teacher was addressing her, ignored the literature teacher and went back to her seat. Marissa saw this as extremely disrespectful and gripped her chalk eraser tightly.
"Hanna, was it?" Marissa smiled, that which never reach her eyes. Sophie always felt chilly in Wiegler's presence whenever she shines those insanely bright teeth. Psycho as hell.
Hanna nods, studying the teacher – not liking her aura. It was not friendly or comforting compared to Sophie's and her family. She was on guard.
"Don't you speak English? Where are you from?" The teacher looked at Hanna like she was an experiment. A little piggy in a pen.
"I lived in Leipzig, German city. Population 0.7 million peoples." Hanna answers the teacher. The teacher, surprised by Hanna's answer, stares at Hanna, dumbfounded. Hanna continues, "I like literature and sport, in particular tennis and athletics. I also have a dog called – "
Marissa automatically thinks Hanna was smart-mouthing her. "Enough!" Marissa's patience wearing thin. The class was dead silent, and Sophie tried her best not to snicker or else she would set the world on fire due to Marissa's anger rising.
That girl is so weird, Sophie smiles and covers her mouth.
