I entered my second period English class which smelled like rotting apples for some reason. This must be Mr. Trunks class, he's known for being the apple hoarder. Today was going to be a long day, I could tell from they way I was almost late. I quickly sat down just as the bell rung next to kid with polished hair and a pink sweater. I bet he's a smartie pants, probably does calculus and a sophomore that skipped a year in the first grade. He gave me a cheery grin and I attempted to give one back but ended up with a dismal smile.
"Hi, I'm Benni" he greeted.
"Hi" I said coldly. Although he was probably younger than me, he was probably taller than most the boys at this wretched school, but he was skinner than a twig. His arms looked like bendy straws with hands attached to them, the cuffs of his white shirt peaking out from under his light pink sleeves. His slim fingers fiddled with a black pen as he turned his attention to the front of the class room. If I could make this class last forever trust me I would, I have my reasons. First, I suck at math, I have no idea how I even got passed Geometry let alone get in to Algebra 2 by sophomore year. I decide to take tech math and statistics the last two years of this hell hole. Second, he was there, the insufferably cocky jack ass who ruined my morning. Even though it was ruined when my alarm clock went off and I was pulled from my sweet slumber.
"Hello, class" sputtered the old English teacher. "My name is Mr. Trunks" he said picking up the white bored marker and writing out his plain and simple name a five year old could spell. The old marker squeaked against the bored, ringing in my ears and in to the back of my head. I sighed and rolled my eyes at his old decrepit form slowly writing out "Mr. Trunks" across the white space. I tapped my fingers on the bland desk, out of patience for the old man. His white hair barley covering the back of his head and trailed in to his beard and mustache.
"Today, we are going to be reading from our syllabus" he said. Of course, the syllabus. The first day of school is always the most boring day ever, and we have an AB schedule so we basically have two first days of school. His trembling hand passed out the papers, one to each student. I looked down to the paper to find it identical to the one I read this morning. Oh glob, this is defiantly going to be a long day. Half an hour later some kid in front of me spun around and placed his elbows on my paper. He had hair the resembled fire shaved in to a Mohawk, his brown skin adorned with an "I'm so bad ass" letterman jacket, he was probably on the football team of course. Ugh, what does he want.
"Hey sugar lips" he said to me. Oh glob is he hitting on me?
"Turn around before the teacher calls you out" I said assertively.
"You really think that dinosaur knows what's going on? I bet he can't even remember to clean up his moldy apples" he said. I rolled my eyes and went back to my paper, I really hate this situation right now.
"What's your name, doll face?" He asked.
"Like I would give you my name" I scoffed.
"Meow, kitty has a scratch" he said.
"I've already been hit on by an asshole today, I don't need complements from a hot head" I said harshly before pulling my paper from under his elbows.
"Fine then" he uttered. He turned around, the back of his big head facing me. Today has been full of sighing and eye rolling, I can't wait to get home. The rest of the period flew by and the bell rung giving me sweet relief.
"Um, if you don't mind me asking, what is your name?" Benni said as I packed up my stuff.
"Fionna" I said.
"Pleased to met you" he said.
"Charmed" I said before standing up and leaving the room as if it was filled to the top with lava. Those four walls didn't have enough room for me and that hot heads ego. I headed to my math class on the other side of the ginormous school, bumping in to random idiots in the hall. The class room was boring as the subject with beige walls and rows of desks with two seats per table. In the center of the wooden slab was two text books which looked boring as hell. I also noticed little name tags, they looked sporadic with little to no order. I pray I glob my seat isn't next to him, this class would be lame and annoying. I looked around for my name searching through the dozens of desks. When I found mine I sighed in relief to see some random kids name next to me. I sat down and hung my backpack on the back of my seat, waiting for class to start.
"How's it going Blondie?" I heard Marshall ask as he pulled my pony tail.
"It was going fine until you showed up" I sassed. He chuckled.
"You're a funny one" he said sitting down.
"That's not your spot" I pointed out.
"I know, but class hasn't started yet" he said. His piercing green eyes staring at my scowling face.
"I bet you would be prettier if you would turn that frown upside down" he said. I glared at him.
"You're insufferable" I informed him.
"I'm only an asshole because it gets your attention" he said. I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms when the bell rung again.
"It's time for you to leave" I said.
"Fine then, see ya later" he said getting up and leaving. Who ever was supposed to sit next to me appeared to be absent, not that it's the end of the world. I bet he or she would be a class A dork with garlic breath and twenty different black pens.
"Okay class, welcome to your first day. My name is Simone Petrikov and I will be your teacher for the year" said a plain woman with platinum blond hair in a black pin striped dress suit. She had a dark blue tie over her snow white dress shirt. Her dainty black heels clicked against the linoleum floor, she was so formal I expected her to have a briefcase and a PowerPoint presentation.
"I will be showing a presentation of the syllabus instead of having you read it all, your homework tonight is to send me an email telling me you read this with your parent or guardian. If you don't have a computer you can just give this back with their signature next class- yes you in the back" he pointed towards the back of the class room. I'm guessing someone raised their hand.
"I can't see very well, can I move closer? Like maybe in the middle?" I snapped my head to see Marshall's mischievous eyes flicked over to me with a smirk. Oh no, oh glob no! Why me?
"Since it's the first day, yes, if you can find an empty seat" she said. He nodded, getting up from his spot and making his way over to the unoccupied seat next to me.
"Miss me?" He asked.
"Not in the slightest" I snarled.
"Oh, that's a shame. I missed you" he teased.
"Whatever" I said.
"What's your fourth?" He asked.
"I dunno, you're the one who read my schedule, what is my 4th period?" I challenged.
"Not sure, I think it was some kind of Art class" he said. That captured my attention.
"Really?" I asked. He chuckled as I rummaged through my bag an pulled out the purple paper. Fourth period...Art 4! Yes! I love art! I guess a bad day can end good.
"You like to draw?" He asked eyeing my notebook I've been doodling in all day.
"Um, yeah. I'm no good though..." I said.
"May I?" He asked gesturing to the closed notebook. I hesitated, did I really want him to see my drawings? It was nothing personal, just random doodles of people being bored to death. I nodded and passed the blue covered book to him. He opened it and flipped through the many pages of sketches I had collected through out the day. He looked up from the pages and chuckled at my worried expression, I was scared he would judge it too much and hate it. He shook his head and smiled down to the paper.
"What" I asked. His eyes flicked up to me again.
"Sure, you're 'no good'" he said making quotes with his fingers.
"I'm not" I insisted.
"Yeah right, this is way better than I could do"
"That doesn't mean anything" I argued.
"It means that you're good" he said closing the cover and plopping it down in front of me. It took me a moment to notice his leather jacket was absent from his body, showing off his tightly fit grey tee shirt. His broad shoulders trailed off to big arms, and the shirt was doing a terrible job at hinting at his perfect six pack.
"Like what you see?" He asked. I realize I was staring and turned my head hiding my red face with my fringe. He chuckled.
"Its okay to admit it" he provoked.
"Shut up" I said not looking at him.
"You really are something" he said.
"Trust me, I'm not that special" I murmured. He exhaled quickly, a soft laugh exiting his mouth.
"Whatever" he said. I did my best to ignore him for the rest of the class which wasn't too long, we had taken up most of the time with our useless conversation. When the bell rung I escaped and ran to lunch, I was so hungry. I was surprised my stomach didn't make any gurgling sounds during the math period. I ate the lunch I packed the other day outside. It was a sunny day with a bright blue sky and chirping birds. I bit in to my apple as I started sketching. I don't really pay attention to what I sketch, I just let the pencil flow. Today the pencil decided to sketch a bird flying through the trees, a very crappy bird through poorly shaded trees. Why am I even allowed to have a pencil besides writing? I closed the sketch book and ate the rest of my apple before getting up an heading to my last class. We sat through the syllabus and made a few sketches for the teacher to judge where we were with our art skills. The bell rung as we handed our papers to the art teacher.
"Fionna" Ms. Dawn said before I left. Her fiery curly locks pulled back in to her bun with her bangs framing her face perfectly. Her fair skin was decorated with freckles and a ruby red diamond pendent hung from a gold chain around her neck. She was wearing a red dress and a brown cardigan that went past her waist along with matching mid calf boots that laced up.
"Yes?" I asked.
"You are very talented, I look forward to having this class with you" she smiled behind her black framed glasses.
"Thank you, I look forward to having this class" I said with a smile.
"Well, I'll see you next class"
"Bye" I said heading for the door. She waved as I exited the room. I walked out of the school beaming from what she told me. If she thought my drawings were good, I guess I'm at least a little decent. I was too busy thinking about how much I loved that class now when I ran in to someone, dropping my bag in the process.
"Oops, sorry" I apologized.
"It's not a problem" said the dark
haired guy picking up my bag for me an handing it to me.
"Oh glob, it's you" I sneered him. He chuckled.
"Am I really that bad?" Marshall asked.
"Yes" I said grabbing my bag and pushing past him.
"Am I bad enough to deny a ride" he asked jingling his car keys. I stopped in my tracks, I really didn't want to walk home, my feet were sore from walking around all day. I stormed back over to him.
"Only this once" I mumbled. He smiled and walked me over to his fancy silver car, unlocking it with the press of a button. I opened the door and slid in to the leather seats, it still had that new car smell with fresh AC blowing through. He got in to the drivers seat and turned on the car with ease, the engine purring at the turn of the key. I clicked on the seat belt as he pulled out of the drive way and drove out of the school parking lot.
"So is your dad rich or did you win the lottery?" I asked looking around the good as new car. He chuckled.
"There's a few perks of having a dad who is a successful CEO" he told me.
"Oh really?" I asked.
"Yup"
"Take a left there" I said. He nodded and turned his blinker on.
"What about you? Single mom?" He asked.
"No, that's my sister" I said.
"Really?" He questioned.
"I was adopted, and our parents died a few years ago" I said.
"Oh, that...sucks" he said. Really? That's all you have to say? "That sucks"?
"We get by, I work a job on the weekends and she's a graphic designer" I continued.
"That's good" he nodded.
"Turn here" I said.
"Got it" he said turning his wheel. "Can you not drive or are you not past 16?" He teased.
"Oh haha, very funny. I was suspended from my license" I said.
"What did you do?" He asked.
"I accidentally hit someone...twice" I winced as he laughed.
"You're horrible" he joked.
"I said I was sorry!" I said making him laugh harder.
"Go in to this parking lot" I said pointing to the apartments parking lot. He pulled in to a parking spot for me to get out.
"Well, I'll see you tomorrow" he said.
"Oh glob which classes?"
"Spanish and world studies"
"Gah, you're so annoying" I groaned opening the door and getting out.
"I'm only an asshole because it gets your attention" he repeated his words from earlier today. I rolled my eyes and shut the door. I walked off as he drove away and entered my apartment where Cake was sitting on the couch watching TV.
"What are you doing here so early?" She asked.
"I got a ride" I said.
"From who?" She asked turning towards me.
"An asshole"