I have all new classes now. Which means I have to bloody sit next to new people I would hardly ever talk to and deal with a new teacher who I would of never had before. In Science, I have Mr. Barton who I have had before once and he is fantastic! But the downside is that I have to sit next to a nerdy nerd who is so nerdy that he still picks his nose, snorts that sound like it comes from his gut and is just a general annoying ass hole. *Blergh!*
Then there is English. I sit in between two girls. One is rather annoying and repetitive but she's sweet I guess. Funny too. Then the other one, I think... has hated me for a while but I literally have no clue. One minute she's nice, the next, she's so spiteful to me! I'll still talk to her since I'm not a man of judgement but I think it's a situation, where if I take the wrong step with her, she'll be like a land mine.
Lastly, is maths. Now, my maths classes have always been boring, they always are for everyone who is sane enough to hate the ghastly subject. But first maths lesson of year 11 I thought held Hell for me. End of the table, right next to the teacher's desk and opposite to someone called John who I can softly say is... special. He's clever but is annoying as hell; coming up with really weird comments like - (I don't know why this springs to my mind) -
"Tana, are you a man?" he would ask me. No reason why, no warning, just... asked it.
So I sat down in my chair and John sits opposite me whilst I get my books out. He calls to me from the opposite side.
"Hey it's Tana! Tana is human." I ignored him, thinking in my head that maths lessons were going to be a nightmare for the whole year. Yet, there was still a glimmer of hope left. The chair next to me was still empty. It was only a table for four, and still the two chairs next to me and John were empty. There could still be a chance that these lessons will be bearable. The last few people come in and I look at them as they pass mouthing to myself:
"Please be you. Or you. Or you." with each person just drifting past and sitting in their own seats. For a few short seconds, I thought I was doomed to die a lonely grave inside a maths lesson. I was picturing my gravestone saying:
1997 - 2013
- Died of colossal boredom -
But after much disappointment, the last person came through the door and... all I could think was 'Wow'.
"Sorry I'm late sir." she mumbled, walking straight for the seat next to me. She was, gorgeous. An absolute gemstone. Not a single spot on her face, not a single freckle. It was smooth, with quite rosie cheeks as well. She had Long brown hair too, with strong blonde dip-dyed tips. Small and cute; about shoulder height on me.
And as she strolled over, I noticed her bag. I can read people. Her bag had a picture of an anime girl posing on a chair with school uniform on and a rose in her mouth. That told me the wielder of the bag was no whore; more a fun and different person. (Think about it. You know that massive slut bag in your year, could you picture her with a hand bag slung over her shoulder with an anime girl on it? Exactly.) I knew her name. I just couldn't place my finger on it!
As she sat down next to me, slapping her book onto the table and placing her pencil case with a soft hand, I looked up at her to get a last glimpse of her beauty. She noticed. Oh, that was awkward. I just turned back and opened my book in fear. Yet I had nothing to be scared of. She smiled at me sweetly.
"Hey." she chattered to me. I was cool about it. I held my nerve and replied with
"Good evening." oh for fuck sake Tana! It's the morning! Why did you say that?! She giggled cutely.
"It's the morning." she laughed. I went bright red. I felt I was making it worse for myself as the seconds went by so I turned back to the book. That name still eluded me as I encased myself in the shielding pages. What was it? It troubled me too much, and I had to try didn't I. She was so good-looking. Trying not to embarrass myself further, I lifted my head from out of the sums and I tried to flirt with her. First time, not bad. Not bad at all.
"Sorry. I don't know where my manners are. My name Tana, if you didn't know already."
"Yes, I've heard of you. Bit of a weirdo?" she giggled. I raised my top lip slightly, I didn't want someone as dazzling as her to know me in that way. I kept going. I jumped into the well now, so I guess I had to keep swimming down.
"I was. I'm better now... slightly."
"Heehee. Don't worry. I won't judge you. To be honest, I'm a bit strange myself." she winked. See, I told you she wasn't a hussy. If girls are weird and strange, it means they are funny, lively and, in my opinion, adorable. "But my name is Jess. It's nice to finally meet you." JESS! That's what it was! Such a pretty name.