Hi everyone! Sorry I haven't updated in a while, things are pretty hectic. But trust me I have not given up on this story yet! Please enjoy Chapter Dos! (That's two for you who don't know what Spanish is)
I took a seat near the back. I figured if I was in the back then I would have time to think. But not a moment after I had sat down, Columbia had stood me up dragged me to a seat in the front, sitting in a desk next to me. I rolled my eyes, slinging my bag onto the floor.
The classroom was alive with motion and sound. The teacher had failed to show up yet, however. Girls were hugging each other and overly complementing each other's outfits and hair. I caught glimpses of female voices asking others' where they had been all summer or where they bought their outfits. Boys were leaning against the wall on the opposite side of the classroom, laughing about some immature subject, occasionally shoving each other.
It wasn't long before Columbia decided she was going to join the girls in their annoying chattering and I was left alone in the front seat of the room. I couldn't possibly care less at this point, so I rested my head on the desk that suddenly seemed to be very comfortable. Just as I was getting comfortable, a man with a handlebar mustache and thick-rimmed glasses walked in.
"Students!" He boomed, everyone's head turning in his direction. "Please take your seats."
Everyone did so. I figured he must be the teacher because if a student had done that they would've all laughed. He immediately took a list from his desk and started reading off names.
"Steve Anderson?"
"Here,"
"Rockwell Hudson?"
"Here," A boy with tousled blonde hair waved his hand. "You can call me Rocky."
"Frank Furter?"
A few giggles swept over the classroom. Frank was one of the Transylvanians that came with Riff and me to Earth. We tried to tell him to change his name, but the little brat was too stubborn.
Frank stood up. He wore a pink shirt and short jean shorts, reminding me a lot of what Columbia was wearing.
Only she was a girl and Frank was not.
"Actually, Everett," Frank started, addressing the teacher by his first name. "My full title is Prince Francis-Nordstrom-Furter-the-"
"Ralph Hapschatt?" He continued, ignoring Frank who begrudgingly sat back in his seat.
"Here."
"Columbia Hennessey?"
"Present!" Columbia sang, raising a manicured hand into the hair.
"Magenta Henshaw?"
I heard my name but I didn't know how to respond.
"Magenta Henshaw?"
There it was again.
"She's right here, Mr. Scott!" Columbia pointed to me and the teacher continued.
"Good. Curtis Henderson?"
"Here."
"Brad Majors?"
A boy with funny looking glasses and his hair combed over raised his hand. "Here I am."
"Barbara Munroe?"
"Please, call me Betty." A young girl giggled from her seat, looking over to her friend next to her.
"Sean O'Conner?"
"Here."
"Claire Robertson?"
"Here."
"Eddie Scott?"
"Uncle Everett I know you know I'm here," The boy that Columbia had been so infatuated with on the bus joked.
"Thank you, Eddie, that's enough. Kelly Thomas?"
"Here."
"Janet Weiss."
A young girl in white raised her hand. She was the one that Betty had been smiling and giggling with. Her curled, sandy colored hair fell down to her shoulders. She smiled as she said, "I'm here, Mr. Scott."
I looked around the room. The boy named Brad had been paying far too much attention to her. Unfortunately, so had been Frank and the boy who wished to be called Rocky.
"Well that's good, I'm glad you all decided to show up this year." Mr. Scott laughed. "My name's Everett Scott but I'm your teacher, so you can call me Mr. Scott."
"Good morning, Mr. Scott." The class chimed. Except for me of course. And Eddie.
"Mornin' Uncle." Eddie nodded at him not long after, putting his feet up on the desk in front of him.
"Eddie, put your feet down." Mr. Scott commanded. I heard Columbia sigh from next to me. What a joke.
"Now," Mr. Scott clapped his hands together. "I'm sure you've all met our new student, Magenta. Magenta, would you please stand?"
I didn't. Columbia stood up and picked me up and faced me to the class. Everyone looked at me with more disdain than I ever knew possible. I gave a small wave, not changing the morose look on my face, and sat back down.
Columbia leaned over to me. "Why don't you smile?" she whispered.
People have asked me that too much ever since I landed on this wretched planet. I don't have any reason to smile, except my brother, who isn't here anyway.
So why should I smile?
I turned my back to the class, hearing whispers and snippets of hushed insults. One voice I didn't hear, however, was Frank's. Or Rocky's. Or Janet's.
And especially Columbia. She was the kind of person with such a distinct voice; you knew when she was talking, even if she was halfway across the room.
An ear shattering clang sounded through the room and the halls. Everyone in the class stood up, taking their bags and books up. Columbia started to leave.
"Columbia?"
"Uh-huh?" She spun around. "What's up?"
"Where is everyone going?"
"Math. Period one. Come on." She started off.
Math? I picked up my books and followed Columbia down the hall to the math room.
