Chapter 7: Star's Class
"This is your first class. Literature one." Evan directed proudly, obviously glad he himself knew where he was going. He pointed into a large classroom labeled with posters such as "read!" and "reading is good for the soul!", making Star feel like she had dropped back into the second grade.
"Um, thanks Evan." She said shyly, waving before cautiously entering the room. The teacher's desk was at the back, meaning she had to walk past all those people to get there. All those people...
The classroom seemed to expand as she walked. Stretching for miles as all the faces turned and stared questionably at her, one in particular catching her eye and making her blush. A boy, skinny for his age, it looked like, slumped in his seat, looking disinterested. His hair was what looked like snow white, his eyes a crystal, boastful blue. She realized it was the guy from the beach who helped out her sister. Star couldn't help but stare at the unspoken beauty about the boy.
"Oh! You must be Star. I'm Mr. Sanchez, I'll be your Literature teacher today." An older male voice caught her attention back to her destination, her eyes settling on a tall man. His hair was gray, slightly brown, if you looked close enough, and his eyes were squinted. His speech was slow, and easy, and again Star felt as though the man was going to hold out her hand and welcome her to preschool. Mr. Sanchez continued without notice of her disinterest.
"You may sit next to...ah, Mr. Maximoff, over there, the slacker. You may sit next to him, but please don't be distracted. This is Literature one, and I'm Mr. Sanchez."
No duh.
"Today we will be continuing our study of Charles Dickens. Please take a book and your seat."
Sighing, Star grabbed a bright red book from the top of Mr. Sanchez's desk before plopping into her seat with a much un-needed huff.
"Bad day, sweetie pie?" A rushed voice asked her. It was the dream with the snow-white hair.
"Bad month, really." She offered, opening her book to the glossary and starting to look up "Dickens, Charles", but a wan hand on top of hers stopped the action.
"We're not studying Charles Dickens." The boy said, amused. "We're studying Mark Twain. But of course, he..." The boy jerked a quick thumb to Mr. Sanchez, who, although it was five minutes into class, still had yet to start teaching.
"...Wouldn't know that, now would he?"
Star giggled shyly and nodded.
"So, new here?" The boy suggested, pointing to her book, complete with a ripped binding and horribly doodled on cover.
"What would make you say that?" She asked, examining the book. What, did it reek, "new geek" on it or something?
He pointed to his own book, in worst condition than hers. "The new kids always get the good books." He looked back up at her. "I'm Pietro Maximoff
"I know." She said remembering the day on the beach.
Pietro gently leaned over and planted a kiss on her cheek.
"Welcome to gay-vile. I swear, this place is Hillbilly town compared to where I used to live."
Star tried to look curious while doodling on her desk.
"Where did you use to live?" She asked, a clock halfway visible in her drawing. Pietro smirked proudly.
"Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. That place had the moves, the spunk. Exactly like me." He smoothed his hair modestly.
"I can see you don't like Bayville."
"Definitely. You were in Hawaii right?"
Star sighed in homesick memory. "Yeah. I lived there."
Pietro leaned forward in interest.
"Hawaii?! Like, with surfing and all that other good stuff that Bayville doesn't have?! "
Star nodded. "I know, Rose seems more disappointed about that."
Pietro nodded in understanding, staring at the clock with no hands now carved into her desk. Reaching over, he carved two lines, one pointing to the nine, and the other pointing to the one.
"That's what time we get out of this class!"
Smiling, Star nodded.
"That's gunna be a time I'll regret."
Pietro looked shocked for a moment, than also smiled.
"Me too."
"This is your first class. Literature one." Evan directed proudly, obviously glad he himself knew where he was going. He pointed into a large classroom labeled with posters such as "read!" and "reading is good for the soul!", making Star feel like she had dropped back into the second grade.
"Um, thanks Evan." She said shyly, waving before cautiously entering the room. The teacher's desk was at the back, meaning she had to walk past all those people to get there. All those people...
The classroom seemed to expand as she walked. Stretching for miles as all the faces turned and stared questionably at her, one in particular catching her eye and making her blush. A boy, skinny for his age, it looked like, slumped in his seat, looking disinterested. His hair was what looked like snow white, his eyes a crystal, boastful blue. She realized it was the guy from the beach who helped out her sister. Star couldn't help but stare at the unspoken beauty about the boy.
"Oh! You must be Star. I'm Mr. Sanchez, I'll be your Literature teacher today." An older male voice caught her attention back to her destination, her eyes settling on a tall man. His hair was gray, slightly brown, if you looked close enough, and his eyes were squinted. His speech was slow, and easy, and again Star felt as though the man was going to hold out her hand and welcome her to preschool. Mr. Sanchez continued without notice of her disinterest.
"You may sit next to...ah, Mr. Maximoff, over there, the slacker. You may sit next to him, but please don't be distracted. This is Literature one, and I'm Mr. Sanchez."
No duh.
"Today we will be continuing our study of Charles Dickens. Please take a book and your seat."
Sighing, Star grabbed a bright red book from the top of Mr. Sanchez's desk before plopping into her seat with a much un-needed huff.
"Bad day, sweetie pie?" A rushed voice asked her. It was the dream with the snow-white hair.
"Bad month, really." She offered, opening her book to the glossary and starting to look up "Dickens, Charles", but a wan hand on top of hers stopped the action.
"We're not studying Charles Dickens." The boy said, amused. "We're studying Mark Twain. But of course, he..." The boy jerked a quick thumb to Mr. Sanchez, who, although it was five minutes into class, still had yet to start teaching.
"...Wouldn't know that, now would he?"
Star giggled shyly and nodded.
"So, new here?" The boy suggested, pointing to her book, complete with a ripped binding and horribly doodled on cover.
"What would make you say that?" She asked, examining the book. What, did it reek, "new geek" on it or something?
He pointed to his own book, in worst condition than hers. "The new kids always get the good books." He looked back up at her. "I'm Pietro Maximoff
"I know." She said remembering the day on the beach.
Pietro gently leaned over and planted a kiss on her cheek.
"Welcome to gay-vile. I swear, this place is Hillbilly town compared to where I used to live."
Star tried to look curious while doodling on her desk.
"Where did you use to live?" She asked, a clock halfway visible in her drawing. Pietro smirked proudly.
"Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. That place had the moves, the spunk. Exactly like me." He smoothed his hair modestly.
"I can see you don't like Bayville."
"Definitely. You were in Hawaii right?"
Star sighed in homesick memory. "Yeah. I lived there."
Pietro leaned forward in interest.
"Hawaii?! Like, with surfing and all that other good stuff that Bayville doesn't have?! "
Star nodded. "I know, Rose seems more disappointed about that."
Pietro nodded in understanding, staring at the clock with no hands now carved into her desk. Reaching over, he carved two lines, one pointing to the nine, and the other pointing to the one.
"That's what time we get out of this class!"
Smiling, Star nodded.
"That's gunna be a time I'll regret."
Pietro looked shocked for a moment, than also smiled.
"Me too."