Chapter 8 Part 1- The First Day
(Fang's POV)
As soon as we had taken our seats, the rest of the class had arrived, with only seconds left to spare. The last kid had just barely taken their seat when the teacher walked into the room. He was quite the site to see, with his long gray hair tied back in a ponytail, and his neon shirt, and painted jeans. No one was saying a thing, which was probably something that this guy was used to. In other words, this guy did not fit the common stereotype for a high school teacher, and he definitely did not fit my limited knowledge of what a high school teacher should be, but hey maybe he will be good. To be honest, he looked like a hippie. I gave Max an inquiring eyebrow raise, which she returned with a " what's with that guy" look. I will never understand how we are able to do that, but hey I guess when you know someone that well, you learn what makes that person tick. But my thoughts were interrupted when the teacher cleared his throat, making it obvious that he was going to start talking. Anyone who was talking stopped immediately, and all eyes were on this strange man who was supposed to be our homeroom teacher. I still don't know if I'm ready to deal with life in high school, but with Max and Iggy with me, I think I can make it through all the challenges that I will face!