Antonia talked to her friends as they entered the classroom. They had seen that there was a new seating arrangement based on birthdays. "Oh…" Antonia was now in a group with Isaiah and two of the students that never did their work in class. "That really sucks," Wally looked her seeing that he was in a group with people they were friends with. Antonia was now having to sit in the front of the classroom right in the middle. Isaiah had not entered the room yet, so she was by herself with the two other students that were glued to their phones. She set her things down when she received a gentle poke, "What are you doing next Friday?" Angelita walked up smiling at her, the conversation from lunch was still fresh on her mind. "I think I have plans but they're not finalized. Why do you ask?" "Oh I was wondering if you wanted to go to the movies and hang out afterwards with a few of us." Angelita was very eager to know what the girl would respond with. She truthfully just wanted to see the goth interact with Samuel. "Okay, cool. I'll have to let you know soon then." She smiled back and Angelita who returned to her seat as soon as she saw Isaiah approach. Antonia opened her journal and began writing down the warm up that was displayed on the board. "Was she bothering you?" She glanced at him confused, "Huh?" He nodded his head and opened his backpack, "I mean Angel. Like is she being annoying? Cause she seems to be like attached to you." "Oh," the goth thought for a moment about what he has said, "She was just asking me a question." She began writing down her answer trying to avoid having the conversation with him, "Oh you just seemed kinda upset." Antonia's gel pen began to stop its track of ink. She scribbled on the side of the paper and nothing came out. "What an odd way to begin a conversation… Wait… Do I talk like that to my friends? Oh my… Am I a bitch? Do I just happen to do that all the time without thinking about others?" She was still for a moment until the bell rang. It was time to get started on the lesson. Who doesn't want to learn about bones?
A small droplet of blood began to form, the needle struck hard through the fabric. Antonia was looking at her finger watching the blood collect, she took a tissue and gently wiped it off. "Hey, Toni. Which color should I use for the dress?" The teen glanced at the boy who was holding five dresses under one arm. "I know the character likes blues and purples but I'm not sure what to pick." The teens were setting up outfits for the characters that were in the play for their theater competition. The other schools in town were getting started on what they were going to perform, yet it was all very new to Antonia. She was tasked with handling people's hair and makeup so it wasn't anything stressful in that aspect. She looked at hairstyles that would possibly fit the character's personality, writing each student down with the style she would do. It was exciting however as she began imagining her classmates in their costumes on stage. "Do you wanna practice braiding?" A girl was sitting on the floor with a mannequin head. She had a bin full of the head with different textured hair. Antonia left the table to sit on the floor, she put on her headphones and got to work.
The teacher handed back her paper, "What… That's what I got?" Antonia looked at her quiz recognizing that she received a forty-three. She took a deep breath and wanted to scream. She wanted to get up, throw the paper in the trash can and walk out of the classroom. But she knew better than to make a scene, especially when the teacher was having a difficult time getting students to focus in class. She thought it wasn't fair that she had only a small chance of improving her grade or making corrections. She knew she was going to be busy this weekend and needed to get everything completed beforehand. If her parents found out about the grade she made in class, they wouldn't let her go out with her took a deep breath and took out a sheet of paper. If she wanted to have a good weekend, then she would have needed to make those test corrections and have them completed on time. It was independent time in class and she looked around. She was overthinking the situation but needed help if she wanted her grade to go up. She opened her binder and took out a piece of loose-leaf paper. She then walked over to her teacher's desk as he silently typed on the keyboard. Music could be heard from other student's head phones, standing there awkwardly, she smiled at her teacher holding the test. "Can you help me with this? I didn't really understand what we're supposed to do." Her teacher stopped typing to look at her. "Okay, what part do you not understand?" He softly responded and she opened the packet. "I couldn't remember the formula to solve this." He pushed the stack that he had in front of him and grabbed a blue marker from his pencil holder. For the next fifteen minutes, she listened carefully to the man as he refreshed her mind on the content.