I threw my bag over my shoulder, locking my car as I approached the school's double doors. Like all teenagers, I hate school. The lessons and boring lectures I can put up with but the students... Kill me now! They're boring and judgemental. They bring their personal life to school with them. They bully people because their life outside of school is pointless, they make the most out of high school because they know that they've already peaked. Most of the, quote on quote, popular students will do nothing remarkable in their lives and are too stupid to realise it until they're 40 years old with nothing to show for their lives other than popularity awards and trophies they won when in high school. Most of them will drink to numb their pain, most will die alone. For centuries, popular people will claim that they will be different from all the others in the past but no one has achieved that, they all lie to themselves that they're better than the others. Once again they are wrong. As always.

Walking through the halls I could quickly see who those people were. Being a new student was intimidating to the popular, they think I could be competitive. They would be wrong once again. Being conventionally attractive is a curse to me, I would rather be the ugly nobody that no one talks to but people think that because I'm pretty it's okay to talk to me, it's not!

I passed a group of girls in cheerleader outfits and rolled my eyes out of habit. I seem to have my eyes open to the truth or I can see into the future. I know that the head cheerleader will probably marry the big jock, everyone will idolise them and strive the be them but as soon as high school is over no one, and I mean absolutely no one will give a shit. She'll probably become a stripper, insisting everyone call her an "Exotic dancer" but they all know what it means. The jock will before an alcoholic getting fired from dead-end jobs every time he turns up smelling of alcohol and will eventually drink himself into the grave or jump in at the first chance he gets. But in conclusion, everything they say and think is bullshit. I know my language is explicit and most of them hate that but I say fuck them, they can go elsewhere for "interesting" and meaningless conversation.

I approached my first classroom, English something I enjoy. I was given a tour of the school over the summer break, if anyone volunteered to show me around I will explain probably not with words that I don't need them. I have gone my whole life not depending on someone, why would I start now? And don't get me started on the cliche of having a boyfriend that you love and miss even when you're sitting across the classroom from each other, it's downright repulsive. PDA makes me gag and calls someone baby... Projectile vomit is sure to be predetermined.

I took a seat in the classroom, the second row from the window and the third row from the front. If I'm called to the front of the class to do the boring yet somehow expected speech on who I am as a person I will walk out, with no hesitation. I dropped my bag down beside me and fetched my pen from it, waiting slightly impatient for the class to begin. Most people didn't notice me as they entered or they didn't care either way made me smile. I ignore their frivolous conversations.

"Alright, students," The teacher announced as they walked in, silencing the students. "So, I know I'm your favourite teacher," The teacher starts in a sarcastic tone making me and a few other students chuckle. "I have work for you to do," The students seemed to harmonise as they sighed and groaned. The teacher chuckled. "Alright, alright," He added, silencing them again. "When the new student arrives we'll get started," He explained before heading to his desk. He started emptying his bag onto his desk in an organised manner. Students began to whisper and soon most noticed me. I sighed and rolled my eyes. A bad habit I just can't kick.

"I'm here," I announced and now everyone was looking at me. The teacher whipped around to look at me surprised with a smile.

"Oh, we'll get started then. I'm Mr Jacobs, What's your name?" He asked with a hopeful smile, I know that smile. He's going to ask me to come to the front. No way in hell.

"Victoria," I enlightened him so he smiled wider.

"Well, Victoria would you like to come up and tell us about yourself?" He asked rhetorically.

"No, thanks," I scoffed, he looked at me confused, and some students even gasped. If this is what they think is entertainment then this is going to be a long year. The teacher seemed stunned for a moment before laughing.

"Okay, do we call you Vicky?" He asked making me scoff.

"No," I said plainly so he nodded with a smile. He soon got on with the lesson. I chose to ignore the whispered conversations and eyes watching me. The teacher placed a blank notebook on my desk as he continued rambling on about philosophy and authors. I wrote my name on the front as plain as I could.

I wrote notes the whole lesson, ignoring the girls behind me whispering and giggling. I heard some of their conversations, mostly about boys and cheerleading. How typical! The bell rang for the end of class. I packed away and headed for the door when Mr Jacobs called me back. I smiled as I approached him.

"I hope you found the class interesting," he started so I chuckled lightly.

"As much as one can in school," I joked making him laugh. "I really enjoy English so I'm ready to be enlightened," I shrugged but he smiled with his eyebrows knitted together like he was confused.

"I'm guessing from the accent you're English," he noted so I nodded with a smile. "Does everyone in England have a good vocabulary?" He joked making me chuckle.

"I read a lot," I shrugged so he smiled.

"Well, I hope you like it here. I gave the class homework over the summer to write a poem about love, they'll be reading them out tomorrow. If you wish to write one you can just hand it to me next week," He explained but I shrugged.

"I'll have it ready for tomorrow," I explained making him smile. He nodded.

"Well. The poem has to start with the word 'love' and end with the phrase 'I love you'." He explained making me sigh. "To cliche?" He asked making me chuckle.

"Very," I joked, he laughed as he nodded.

"I look forward to hearing yours. Feel free to see me any time if you have any queries or need someone to talk to." He explained so I thanked him and continued to my next class.