First period I had English with the most boring English teacher in
the school. I doodled pictures of cars all over my notebook. I didn't see
the point in taking an English class senior year. If I was going to become
a professional artist, shouldn't I be taking all the art classes I could?
I sighed and settled in for a boring year. I figured I could get another half hour of sleep in the mornings, but that would be the only worthwhile part of the class. I wished I had gotten into Niemi's history class first period. Mrs. Tran always taught interesting classes. I was about to take my first nap of the year when I noticed the new kid. He had bright red hair and was kind of cute. I wondered if he would be in any of my other classes. He sort of looked like the artsy type.
I'm really not the kind of girl who's totally preppy and into guys and all that, but boring English classes bring out the worst in you.
I'm really into politics, and I have a lot of ways to make this school year a lot better than past years. I was hoping to have some more fundraisers for dances and prom, and better decorations. Last year's were horrible. Also, I wanted to have more school assemblies so performance art student would have more of a chance to shine, and might get more attention from the administration. Niemi and I never talked about it, but I knew she wished we could have had a marching band, and better "band" conditions. What's the point of having a sax player who was the best in the state if nobody in your school cared?
That wasn't entirely true. All our friends thought it was the most absolutely amazing thing on the planet to actually know somebody who was that damned good. We had a tight group of friends that went in rings that drifted further outward. Niemi and I had been best friends forever, and Brandon was sometimes there. Not always last year, but after the accident, he had been around more. There were always random band geeks hanging around, some of them real friends of ours, and some were kids (usually freshies) who thought that talent would rub off on them.
The boy with the red hair was looking at me. I flashed him a smile. Maybe English wouldn't be that bad after all.
I sighed and settled in for a boring year. I figured I could get another half hour of sleep in the mornings, but that would be the only worthwhile part of the class. I wished I had gotten into Niemi's history class first period. Mrs. Tran always taught interesting classes. I was about to take my first nap of the year when I noticed the new kid. He had bright red hair and was kind of cute. I wondered if he would be in any of my other classes. He sort of looked like the artsy type.
I'm really not the kind of girl who's totally preppy and into guys and all that, but boring English classes bring out the worst in you.
I'm really into politics, and I have a lot of ways to make this school year a lot better than past years. I was hoping to have some more fundraisers for dances and prom, and better decorations. Last year's were horrible. Also, I wanted to have more school assemblies so performance art student would have more of a chance to shine, and might get more attention from the administration. Niemi and I never talked about it, but I knew she wished we could have had a marching band, and better "band" conditions. What's the point of having a sax player who was the best in the state if nobody in your school cared?
That wasn't entirely true. All our friends thought it was the most absolutely amazing thing on the planet to actually know somebody who was that damned good. We had a tight group of friends that went in rings that drifted further outward. Niemi and I had been best friends forever, and Brandon was sometimes there. Not always last year, but after the accident, he had been around more. There were always random band geeks hanging around, some of them real friends of ours, and some were kids (usually freshies) who thought that talent would rub off on them.
The boy with the red hair was looking at me. I flashed him a smile. Maybe English wouldn't be that bad after all.