Walking and avoiding people's stares is the easy part, ignoring them when they're two feet away and obviously talking about you is the hard part. The bell rang overhead and more students piled into the classroom. It was a large room with desks made for two. Kind of like a chemistry room only the desks were wooden and you did not have gas hookups to start fires with. Then the teacher walked in. This is the first teacher I've ever seen in my life, and she was not what I was expecting. She wore black heeled boots, a pink pencil skirt, and a white blouse. I wouldn't say she looked stylish, but I wouldn't say she looked bad either. It looked more to me that she was trying to hide some baby fat that was obvious with the skirt. She silently walked over to the chalkboard and screeched over its surface Mrs. Lindenberg. Great, my first teacher and she's named after a bridge, looks like the next two years will be epic. She scanned every face in the room, adjusted her blouse and said "assigned seating". Multiple groans came from the desks surrounding me. As she started in the front and moved her way toward the desks in the back I saw eyes directly on me. By the time I realized I had been staring back, it was too late. She was the spitting image of a prom queen. Straight blonde hair, perfect physique and designer clothes. Embarrassed I turned away and headed to where the bridge (as I silently decided to call her) had called out my name. After everyone was settled, she walked up to the front of the room. "This year, we have a new student joining us…." All the students were having side conversations, and you could tell she was getting aggravated. "AHEM!" she cleared her throat so loud it echoed off the walls of the room. Even I, who had been paying attention, gave a little jump. "As I was saying, we have a new student joining us this year. It may be a little late for her coming into her junior year and all, but I am sure she has a perfectly legitimate reason. …" yeah, a car accident. "…and I'm sure you'll all give her the proper respect she needs as she comes up here now to tell us a little about herself." . Oh no! I cannot believe she actually wants me to go up in front of the class. I've never been social, and I don't recall ever having a friend that wasn't related to me in some way. I could feel the sweat beads forming on my forehead and knew I had to just get it over with quick. The quickest way to go was to state something true and would end the introduction fast. As I sauntered up to her side I turned around and looked at all the faces staring at me. I went cold. The only thing I could think to say was"… Hi, I'm Alana Rose….. um..I'm seventeen and have no parents…" just as I said this, the door to the room opened. There he was, the boy from this morning. Having no idea why I said it, I muttered, "… and I met the most stunning man today". He looked up at me and gave a slight smile. Suddenly embarrassed again as I realized everyone was looking quizzical back and forth from me to him. My face beat red; I broke the gaze first and mumbled "that's all". I took my seat in the back, head down and avoiding all gazes. Not noticing until I was seated that the only empty seat in the room was right next to me. Then there came Damien, practically gliding as he walked and sat down slowly with his gaze never leaving the side of my face.