When she walks in, she sets her clipboard and coffee cup on her desk, and walks to the front of the classroom. "okay class, today we are not going to be learning about just America itself. Instead, we will be learning about World History today, which is meaning what, exactly?" She asks, as she looks around the classroom, waiting for hands to go up so she can call on them to answer her question.
Before anyone can raise their hand, there's a slight knock on the classroom door, causing Mrs. Farrel to a swear it. Her heels clicked to the white tiled floor as she made her way to the light brown wooden door. When she opens the door, her arm extends as she shakes someone's hand. She starts talking to whoever is on the other side of the door. I could hear some whispering being done, before Mrs. Farrel moves out of the way and lets whoever was on the other side, in the classroom.
Comes strolling in is a red hair girl, with green eyes, and pale-ish skin. Her eyes reminded me of Gwen's but, Gwen's are much more brighter and prettier than hers. Our eyes meet, causing her to smile and blush a pink rose color, and making her eyes shift from mine. I make a confused look, not understanding what caused her to blush. I shrug it off as I turn in my seat and face Mrs. Farrel.
"Today, class, we will not only be learning about World History, but our new student." Mrs. Farrel says, as she turns and looks at the red hair girl. "Everyone, this is Mary Jane Watson, but we are allowed to call her MJ for short if she doesn't mind." Mrs. Farrel looks at MJ and gets a shake saying she didn't mind. "MJ, mind telling us about yourself, before we get started?"
MJ took a deep breath before saying, "well, as you all know my name is Mart Jane Watson but all of you can call me MJ for short, I don't mind at all." She takes another deep breath before continuing. "My fathers work transferred here after an incident with a coworker. In order for my dad to keep his job and place, in that matter, we would have to move here until her either quits or retires. Whichever one comes first. So, he came home one day and said, we're moving to New York."
"That's really interesting." Mrs. Farrel says as she smiled at MJ. "Tell us, where are you from, exactly?" Mrs. Farrel asks, as she takes a seat in front of me, causing me to move away a little.
Mrs. Farrel knows nothing about personal space. She doesn't. You can't talk to her without her almost getting in your face to talk. She's weird like that and I can't stand it. The only people I allow in my personal space, is Gwen, my Aunt May, and Gwen's mom and brothers. Those are the only ones I allow and the only ones I will probably ever allow, unless I have kids one day.
"Well, I am from San Francisco, California." MJ says with a smile on her face. "But we moved once again when I was six. We moved to Orlando, Florida because my grandma passed away there, so we moved because we were able to get her place when she had finally passed. She passed it on to my mother, who unfortunately was killed a couple years ago. Um, so we took the house, paid it off, then we had to move again. I was about, nine or ten at the time. So, that time we moved to Phoenix, Arizona, because my cousin had a baby and that's where the whole family is from. Both my mom and my dads side. So, we moved there, then my dads dad was killed a few years later, so he passed his house on to my father. He would've done his eldest son, but we have no clue where he is. He grew up, and when he turned eighteen, he left and never once tried to make contact with any of us again. I don't think he even knows if I even exist or not. So, we lived there for about three-ish years then we moved again. This time, we moved to, Austin Texas when I was sixteen. And then at eighteen we moved here."
"Wow. You have been through a lot, haven't you?" Mrs. Farrel says. "What does your father do for a living, exactly?" She asks, causing me to roll my eyes and get comfortable in my seat. We're gonna be here for a while.
"He works on the oil rig." MJ says simply. "He and a coworker got into it and some things had happened one things were said. So, my dads boss said, 'hey, you're moving to New York if you want to keep your job'. So that's what we did."
"How do you like it here, so far?" Farrel asks, causing me to roll my eyes again and get out a sigh, causing Farrel to shoot me a nasty glare.
"So far, so good, I have to say." MJ says, as she shrugs her shoulder with a smile on her face still.
"Well good." Farrel says as she gets up and moves the chair back under the table. "Parker, no me sits next to you, right?" She asks, in a harsh tone. She had a sweet tone when she was talking to MJ and then turns into a rude, nasty person when she talks to me.
I shake my head and say, "no." causing Farrel to nod.
"You will be sitting next to Mister Parker, Miss Watson." Farrel says in a sweet voice as she makes her way to her desk. I roll my eyes as I scoot over to my left some, so I can give MJ some more room.
MJ makes her way over to me. When she reaches the table, she sets her books down, and pulls out her chair to take a seat. I could hear whispering going on from the table behind us. I could hear my name being thrown, along with MJ's and Gwen's. Wait, Gwen's?
"Psst, Parker." Someone whispers from behind me, as I feel a tap on my shoulder, causing me to turn around. And there's when Flash comes into play, like he always does. I raise my eyebrows as I look at Flash. "Looks like you got yourself a girlfriend."
I look at him confused, as I keep watching and listening to him. "What? Who?" I ask, causing Flash to point to the girl beside me. I shook my head as I roll my eyes at his childish behavior. I turn back around as Flash and his buddies chuckle. This day can not be over any sooner.