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Putting me by the window was by far the worse decision Mr. Kilmer had made in his entire career in education. All I did was stare out it. For some reason, I found looking out that window at the blank background of trees and grass much more enthralling than whatever language concept my teacher spoke of.
"Miss Fuller. Must I remind you again to pay attention." Mr. Kilmer snapped, slapping something loud like a ruler on his desk to get my attention; as if his tone of voice wasn't enough.
"No, you do not." I replied, leaning back in my chair and staring at the board.
I could hear faint whispers from my peers around me. I don't know what was so amusing about the use of action verbs. I've always found them quite mundane. Fortunately the bell rang before we were in depths to the point where I was at the window again.
"Will you watch where you're going." I heard a girl, Anne Peters, say to someone in her usual rude tone.
"I'm sorry," someone replied, "I don't really know where anything is."
"Well figure it out." She said.
Anne continued down the crowded hallway. I really had no clue who she was talking to, I was behind a group of boys that seemed about twice my height. I got myself in front of them.
"Was Anne talking to you?" I asked some boy I had never seen before.
"Is that who that girl was?" He asked.
"Yes." I replied, "Quite a lovely being, right?"
"Very nice and sweet. That's my first impression." He said, just as jokingly as I had been.
"So, I guess you're new here, seeing as you had no clue who Anne Peters was." I said to him.
"Yep. First day. Not as bad as I expected actually." He replied, leaning against a locker I supposed was his.
"Well that's good, lanky. But believe me, it's pretty bad here." I said.
"Lanky?" He repeated, "that's the title I get?"
"Well you are. And I don't know your actual name." I explained.
"It's George." He told me, "And what's yours, blondie?"
"Grey. And don't ever call me that again." I answered.
"But you are-"
"I don't care."
I was not one for things like that. Yes, I am aware of my blondnes. No, you don't have to point it out. That was my thing. I was the only person who was blonde in my whole family. Everyone else, my brothers, mother, and father were brown haired, brown eyed. Then there was me, the green-eyed blonde.
"So, do you know where Mrs. Miller's class is by any chance?" He asked me.
"Down the hall to the left, last door on the right." I told him.
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I saw Grey again after the day was over. She was sitting on the brick ledge between in front of the school. She was sitting in between two people, some other guy and girl. The guy had dark hair, darker than my own and the girl had red hair. I walked over to her.
"Hi, Grey." I greeted her.
She stopped talking to those other two people and looked at me, so did they.
"Um, George, right?" She asked.
"Yeah. I met you earlier." I answered.
"Right. You're the one that got on Anne Peters shit list. First day too." She said.
The boy she was with suddenly took interest.
"That was you?" He asked, getting a grin on his face, "I was right there."
"Yeah, that was me." I said, knowing I was blushing pretty bad.
"Jeffrie, you didn't even do a thing about it." The red-haired girl said.
"What was I supposed to do?" He asked, "stop the only entertaining thing to ever happen here?"
"Come on, Alice. She didn't even hurt him. Just snapped in his face." Grey told the girl.
"That's true. I was fine. Nothing happened really." I told the three of them, trying not to sound helpless.
Jeffrie pulled a cigarette out of his pocket and lit it.
"God, Jeffrie, do you really have to do that right now?" Grey asked.
"Yes. No matter how much I know you hate it." He answered.
"They're such loving siblings." Alice said to me.
"I can tell." I replied.
Grey looked nothing like her brother. He was the opposite as far as features go. Alice I knew wasn't related to them. She was quite pretty too.
Grey got down from the ledge to avoid her brother. I followed her to wherever she was going. She turned and looked at me.
"What are you doing?" She asked me.
"I don't know. I've got nothing else to do, and you're the only person I know." I answered.
"Well you've got no sense in following me around. I'm not friends with you. I've only met you once." She said.
"I know. But I could be friends with you." I told her.
"You can go be friends with other people too." She said, then turned and started walking away again.
"Or you could just be nice. And maybe you'd have your own friends." I said.
I was proud of myself for saying such a thing. She turned and looked back at me, surprised at my remark.
"Fuck off." She said.