3: Unmask the Past
Rose
I noticed that the new teacher had a particular interest in watching me. She was always walking by me, more than the rest of the students. I had a feeling I knew her from somewhere, but I couldn't quite place my finger on it. "I'm going to assign you guys seats in pairs of 2." Mrs. Winefeld announced. "Great," I muttered. I was probably going to get stuck next to some kid who wants to know too much. Or maybe an ugly guy constantly trying to flirt with everyone. She called off a few names, none I particularly cared about, until she got to my name. "Rose and Michelle? This desk here, next to me please." I started moving towards the back of the class. Of course I was in the back, all teachers put the shy, quiet people in the back. At least, what seems like the shy, quiet people. Just then, I heard Gabe's name. He sat in front of us next to this guy named Kaz. Kaz had a plain black snapback with the blue brim facing backwards over his short, light brown hair. He was wearing a Golden State jersey shirt and jeans. His skin was kind of pale and when he started talking to Gabe, I noticed that he had a slight Australian accent. "So, where are you from?" I hadn't even noticed that Michelle sat down. "Umm….Oklahoma." I stammered. I didn't expect anyone to ask that question. "Really? I've never been there." It seemed like Michelle wanted to start a conversation. People don't usually ask these kinds of questions unless they want to talk to you or learn more about you. "I always thought it would be cool." She sounded envious. I guessed that she didn't really like it here, "It's not much, just about the same as it is here." I said. It was the truth. I had only been there a couple of times, but just for assignments. Never to live there. Michelle nodded. "How long have you lived here?" I cursed under my breath. I wasn't expecting to be asked so many questions. Apparently she is one of those people who wants to know too much. "Uhhh….around 2 years, but can we not talk about personal stuff?" I didn't mean to be rude about it but I couldn't keep lying to her. "I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to." She seemed surprised by my sudden change of attitude. "It's fine, I just don't really like talking about my past." I noticed that Michelle kept glancing in front of her to where Kaz was. "Why do you keep looking forward?" Michelle instantly turned her head towards me with a startled look on her face. "Oh. Uhh...nothing!" She looked flustered. I knew what she was thinking, it was pretty obvious. "Hold on, do you like Kaz?"
