BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP

Ughhhhhhhhhhhhhh

I slammed my hand on my alarm clock. I wish that thing could just disappear. I could start my morning with the rising sun pecking through my window instead of the night sky. Neverless, I really don't want to go to school.

Sadly, I left my cozy bed and draged myself to the kitchen. While dumping frosted flakes into my favorite plastic bowl, I turned on random cartoons. This is why I love my studio aparment. You can be on your bed, eating breakfast, and watching tv. Who could ask for more?

When I was done eating my cereal, I changed into a classic pair of gray sweat pants and an oversize sweater. The drive to school was five anxious I finally reached school, I realized what class I have first period.

Mr. Jackson.

Should I ditch? No, I am a strong women who is not scared of a teacher!

Regret filled my stomach the monent I walked into his classroom.

Every student was crowded in the corner of the room. "Hi Annabeth, can you please stand with your classmates. I about to give out assigned seats." Mr. Jackson said with a welcoming smile. With a small nod, I slowly squeezed myself between Salena and Grover.

"Is everyone here?" Mr. Jackson asked.

"Yep." A lost voice said behind me.

"Great. Okay, I'm going to place you guys into pairs. When I call your name, come find your partner and you'll then sit in the seats I point at. Conner and Will, Salena and Nico, Annabeth and Luke, Drew and Grover, and Bill...… you can sit with Grover and Drew." Mr. Jackson declared.

Luke rased towards the seat next to Mr. Jackson's desk.

Why does the world hate me so much? How an I supposed to sit with Luke?

I forced my legs to go into the seat next to Luke. He flashed me a big smile. How could me do that? Does he not remember what he did to me?

"Hey." Luke grinned.

I could respond back. No matter how much I want to shout at him, my mouth refused to open. After a while of him waiting for me speak, he gave up and starting texting on his phone.

Class went by shortly after that. Jackson was telling us stories about his pet goldfish and his mom's reaction of him telling her he wanted to be a teacher. My opinion about him still hasn't changed. He still is hot and funny.

Before I knew it, the bell ringed. Instead of leaving the classroom with the other students, I walked nervously to his desk.

"Hey Mr. Jackson." I said quietly.

"What up, Annabeth. Is there anything I can help you with?" He replayed brightly.

"I know this is childish to ask, but is there any way I can switch partners with someone." I asked.

"I don't know. I made these seats for people to learn how to interact with people who are different from then. I'll be happy to move you if there is a reason for it." He raised his eyebrows at me.

"I can't really, urn, explain what are history is but I can assure you that it's not good. Can I please just switch seats?"

"Annabeth, if something serious happened you can tell me." I could hear worry in his voice.

"No! I mean, no. Sorry. This was a mistake. Nothing happened. I'll leave now."

"Wait, Annabeth."

Before he could finish his sentence, I left his classroom.

10/8/2018 5:44pm