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Lizzie hesitantly turned the knob of the door. Her first period class awaited just behind this wooden door. As she entered, she swiftly walked towards her desk, which wasn't far, because it was in the front row. Taking out her pencil case, she retrieved a pencil and eraser and waited for the teacher to begin his lesson.
"Okay class, settle down. Thank you...Yesterday, we had just finished reading chapters three and four in the History text book. Now, can anyone explain to me why Hitler was so respected?
Lizzie slowly raised her hand and waited to be noticed.
"Yes Miss. McGuire? Do you know the answer?" Mr. Aleck smiled. He knew she knew the answer...She always did.
"Well Mr. Aleck. I don't really believe Hitler was respected. Well call it what you want, but I believe he only got this "respect" because he intentionally placed fear in people. In other words, he thought that if people saw the bad things he did, then no one would cross him." Lizzie smiled. She was pleased with her answer. Her wording was a bit off, but she was always nervous speaking when her class was quietly listening.
Mr. Aleck's eyes twinkled. "That is correct Miss. McGuire, good job."
As Mr. Aleck trailed on with the lesson, Lizzie looked towards the back of the class room. She noticed Kate, Claire, and a couple of their other air head friends giggling noisily. Sensing that someone was watching them, the giggling girls looked towards Lizzie. All at once Kate mouthed the word "Whore" and smirked. Her friends took notice and exploded with laughter. Claire even joined in and mouthed the word "bitch".
Lizzie quickly turned back towards the front of the room. Anger boiled at the pit of her stomach and she wanted more then anything to lash out at them. 'Morons, how immature can they get? Mouthing profanity towards me, ugh dumb bitches.' Lizzie fumed as she began scribbling down the notes from the board. Her head ached with anger and frustration as the girls kept on giggling. 'Why do they even hate me? God, I didn't do anything to them at all. I bet they just like picking on me for no damn reason, well I'm not going to take ...'
Lizzie's thoughts were soon cut off as she felt Larry poking her in the arm. She looked towards him and her eyes showed that she was not in the mood for any bullshit. Larry quickly picked up on that and decided to just ask her for an extra pencil.
"Mine broke" He smiled nervously.
"Here" Lizzie handed him the pencil but didn't return the smile, she just lowered her head and continued writing.
Larry was the same. Lizzie wasn't sure if that were good or bad. Though he did decide to change his shirt regularly now. Many people thought the shirt change was forced by his mother, but they were never sure. He still had pale white skin and pitch black (greasy) hair. Lizzie wasn't sure if this was gross, or if she should be comforted by it. Not many people she knew stayed the same. Kate for example: Kate still had her blonde hair, but it was longer...and a lot softer looking. Every girl wanted her hair. Her wardrobe changed greatly, anyone would have noticed. She now wore tight jeans and small little tops. Over her jeans you could usually see her hot pink thong. When she wore skirts, she made sure they were short enough to turn heads. Her high heels had grown in inches, making sure she looked as tall as a model. Even Kate's face had changed a bit. Her perfect eye brows were arched. Her makeup always looked fresh. And lastly, she always smelled like a garden. No wonder guys liked her so much.
Lizzie sighed as she thought of her changing peers. Why hadn't she changed along with them? Was she destined to look this way forever? She knew she didn't look bad, but she also knew that she didn't look "hot" or "edgy". She was just "Safe McGuire".
Mr. Aleck began speaking to the class again. As he did, Lizzie studied him.
He was a new teacher, and was young. She guessed he was around the age 28. He had light brown hair, cut short. His soft brown eyes were all the rage, and she knew many girls in the class had crushes on him. Why wouldn't they? He rarely wore suits. He usually wore jeans and a dress shirt. He was pretty much open minded. Lizzie knew this because after class, many students went to speak with him. Not usually about school work, but mostly about problems that were going on in their lives. He was always there for his students, and Lizzie tucked away that information for future use.
Lizzie looked up at the clock and saw that there was only five minutes left. She began packing up her things when she sadly remembered that she had Photography next period. She didn't have anything against it really...It's just that her teacher always gave her low marks for her photos. She always got comments like "It could be better", "Use a bit more edge", "Don't be afraid to take wild pictures".
In other words, her photos were boring as hell. And everyone knew it.
The bell rang and students began filing out of the classroom. Lizzie slung her bag over her shoulder and entered the crowded hallway. While walking down the hallway, from the corner of her eye she saw Kate jump on Ethan as they embraced in a deep kiss.
'They just don't care who sees them. Damn attention seekers' Lizzie knew where Kate and Ethan were going. They usually skipped their second period class to smoke outside. She had watched them once, while waiting for her mother to come pick her up because she wasn't feeling well. All the losers just stood out front and puffed on their ciggs. Lizzie wasn't stupid though, she knew most of them preferred weed.
Lizzie made her way to the Photography room. She entered and sat down at her seat. This room didn't have desks. It just had long tables so the students could sit beside each other. The teacher's desk was near the front door, and on the right of her desk was the dark room. Lizzie had been afraid of the dark room at first. Who wouldn't be? On first entering, it seemed as though you were blind. It took a couple of minutes for your eyes to adjust. Lizzie waited patiently for her teacher to tell them what to do. Her teacher, Mrs. Allen, usually waited ten minutes before beginning. Her students were usually late, and she hated repeating herself twice. Lizzie drummed her fingers against the table. She heard a commotion outside the door but couldn't see anything. Mrs. Allen got up to see what it was about. Lizzie sighed. As usual, it was probably two students beating the shit out of each other. Nothing new.
Lizzie waited for her peers to enter the class. Mrs. Allen had come back and her face was red. Sure enough there had been a fight.
As students began piling in, Lizzie felt relieved. She never did like being in a class alone with Mrs. Allen. Finally Miranda entered and went over to Lizzie.
"Hey, did ya see that fight?" Miranda began smiling
"No, I couldn't see it from here, who was it anyway?"
"Trisha and Casey" Miranda seemed a bit too happy mentioning their names.
"Oh wow seriously? That's so weird. I thought they were like soo close. Like best friends or whatever." Miranda saw the shock on Lizzie's face and smiled softly.
"Situations change Lizzie...And so do people."
"How right you are Miranda"
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