Moving on
BPOV
I headed to the first class in my schedule twirling my engagment ring
on my finger. As I walked into the class I handed my slip to the
teacher. After the bell had rang she made me tell the class fifteen
things about myself. I sighed and stood up.
Okay I sighed ummmm..
I'm not normal but try finding someone who is
I love horses
I J'adore football both american and European
I am 17
I just moved from Europe
I was an only child before my parents died now I'm adopted
I am a blond
I hate rain love snow
I go camping all the time
I am catholic
I can sing and compose music along with dance and cheer
I hate shopping
I had an older brother who died when I was ten
I love cars
I don't date
That's all I guess. I stated.
The teacher mrs. Rogers being the brat she was decided to let anybody
ask me questions. I sighed. Okay um let's start at the front row I
guess and go back.
The first question was how I liked Europe which was fine but then they
became more personal. The last two questions were horrible. One was
from a guy named mike who asked me why I don't date. I sighed and told
him the some what truth. Well I already have a boyfriend so that's
why I don't date. Oh he sated obviously upset I had to struggle to
hold in a laugh. The next one was from a smutty looking girl named
Lauren who had fake nails boobs ans a nasal voice. What's with the
ring on your finger? It looks fake she stated. Actually it's from my
boyfriend. I has been in his family since the Victorian era so it
means alot. She smiled like she was going to ask another question but
the teacher cut her off thank you very much you may sit down thanks
and I sT sown. Thankfully none of the other teachers made mr do that
so the day passed slowly into lunch. As I walked into the cafiteria
it made me stop short. I can't believe who I saw