The bell rang, the sound echoed throughout the entire school hurting everyones ears as they slammed their lockers shut and ran to their classes.
All expect for Micheal Mouse anyway, he stayed at his locker grabbing his books for the next few classes, ignoring all the chaos around him. He grabbed extra pencils and he closed his locker gently. He stayed standing and then turned around to where his class was. He stared for a few seconds, sighed, and walked in.
Mr. Walt was late like always, and the class was always loud and annoying like always. Micheal tried to distract himself with his book, staring at the pages and making sure he read every word right before moving onto the next. He sat in the corner of the classroom, nobody next to him and nobody in front of him. Due to everyone bullying him and everyone blaming him, he never found this odd, he never had or ever did he need friends.
Eventually, Mr. Walt came through the door and broke Micheal out of his book fantasy world. Micheal actually like Mr. Walt, he was a chill funny teacher, and he was rarely ever mean. Micheal closed his book, looking up towards the teacher who was smiling like always as the class slowly quieted down.
"Okay Class! Before we start the lesson I would like to introduce our new transfer student." Mr. Walt exclaimed, turning his head towards the door. "Come on in! I promise they don't bite."
It took a few seconds, but the student came in, books almost covering her entire face. Her hair was long and her bangs also almost covered up her eyes, Micheal wondered how she could even see. She was also very short, shorter than Micheal, the kids in the class picked up on that at the same time Micheal even thought it. They whispered and laughed.
"Okay Class, calm down." Mr. Walt raised his hand, waiting for the class to quiet down once again. "This is Minerva, I expect you to all be nice to her." 'Minerva' waved her hand and then quickly put it back down, afraid that she was gonna drop her books.
"U-uh…Sorry that I was Late! My locker wouldn't open.." She said quietly. Her voice even sounded small, if that was even possible, quiet and sweet.
"Its quite alright, just chose any desk to sit in." He said pointing to all the empty desks. Minerva looked up and around still shaking, obviously she wanted to put the pile of books down, but she didn't know where to sit.
At this point, Micheal had stopped paying attention, all the new kids ignored him and sat with the popular kids and then became popular themselves, bullying him, he knew how this was gonna turn out, she was gonna sit with them and then as the year goes on, she's—
She sat next to him.
What.
Micheal slowly looked over to see Minerva hiding her face in her notepad, apparently drawing? Micheal didn't know, it looked like it anyway. He stared at her, and some of the other students did too, why was the new pretty girl sitting next to the stupid ugly loser?
The bell rang again, the end of class, boy was today weird. Micheal piled his books and waited a few moments for everyone else to leave, closing his eyes and waiting for the quietness of the classroom, but however he heard a piece of paper being dropped onto his desk, and then running footsteps. He waited a few seconds but then opened his eyes, he looked down at the paper in front of him, he stared in shock as he saw what it was.
It was a drawing of him, in a cartoonish way. He quickly looked at the clock, he was gonna be late to his next class if he didn't hurry, so he dropped the paper onto his pile of books, picked them up and ran out of the classroom, his footsteps became louder and louder as more panic shot through his body.
The drawing kept harassing his head, It had to be Minerva who drew him, it was from the angle she would've saw him because of the desk she was sitting in, and she was already drawing when Micheal looked at her.
But, why did she draw him? Why did she not sit with the other kids? Why did she sit next to him?
What did she want from him…?
That thought stayed in his head as he rode the bus, he was the last one off, so he walked slowly off the bus to his mansion, where his brother, Oswald, was sitting outside, watering the flowers outside their house, which he was gonna give to his girlfriend, Ortensia, as a gift at some point.
"Sup Mickey." He said, Mickey is what Micheal was called in the family, he didn't care as long as it wasn't a"loser" or anything else that was an insult. "Hey" He said quickly, walking into the house, holding the drawing in his hand.
Author's note; hey um, this is my first ever fanfic! so sorry for any mistakes and sorry If this chapter is very short…3
