I yawned over the lecture my teacher was giving on the proper use of the compass for the second time this week, bored out of my mind of math class in only a couple of minutes into today's lesson. Math might be my best subject, but that didn't mean it was my favorite. My teachers always thought I was cheating when I got perfect scores on every test, and the worst part was, everyone thought I did. What few friends I had thought I was copying off of them, trying to get them in trouble, and soon enough I was always the one in the back, at the single desk. Every single year. It was enough to drive me crazy, and it often induced shouting matches and battles of wills when, year after year, my foster parents were inevitably called up on the charges.
The unit we were in at the moment happened to be constructions, one of my favorites. I just loved the way the compass swung around, producing perfect circles almost every time. If it didn't, it was your fault. Not the compass's. The teacher's lectures were the one part of the unit I wished I could just skip over. There was only one word to describe them- boring. So I was glad when the PA system crackled to life... Until it said I was wanted in the main office. And to bring all my stuff with me.
I clumped down the hall, my plain brown hair tickling my neck, my backpack banging against my legs, made all the more heavy by the non-school related objects I had in it. After living at the orphanage for so long, I didn't trust anyone enough to leave my possessions with me. So I brought them to school. Another of the many reasons I was made fun of.
Gasping as I pushed open the heavy door, not for the first time this year, the secretary gazed over her glasses disapprovingly at me. "The principal will see you now," she stonily said. I nodded at her to show that I'd heard, and pushed open the door to the principal's office.
I know this chapter is short, but I wanted to post it anyway. The next chapter will be longer, and it'll start sounding more like a Pokémon fic.