2. New School

I stood in front of the school. Gosh it was big. It had a very nice signboard, with the school name on it. ST. IVIES HIGH. It read. Sighing, I walked into the school. The inside was amazing and I really liked it. Everyone one were in their classes so the hall was empty and that made me happy. At least, no one would want to or be staying at the new kid. I hate that kind of attention. I hate attention anyways. This is going to be my new school. I forgot to mention what happened. Turns out that the owner of this school was my dad high school best friend. They separated and so they could not contact each other. My dad told him I wanted to come here. He also told him why and when he heard it, he was sad. I mean, I don't even know this guy and he doesn't know me but then he was sad. Sad for me. I stopped feeling that a long time ago. Anyways, back to my story, the guy decided to send me here on a scholarship. Which means that mom and dad can keep their money and use it for some other things that isn't me. I was happy but also mad. Mad at the guy for feeling pity for me when I don't even feel that for my self. Weird, huh? But who cares, my parents now can keep their money to themselves alone and not use it for anything that has me in it. So here I am, in this school, looking for the admin office. How great.

Finally, I found the office. I knocked on the door, waiting for a faint, 'come in' before I entered. I saw a lady, sitting in front of a computer, typing some words. Why does all school have a lady who's always sitting behind a big desk, typing on a huge computer?

I waited for the lady to finish whatever she was typing before I spoke. "Uhm.. hi. Uhm..I'm ah.. new student. Uh.. Michael Pierce." I stuttered. I hate it when I stutter. It makes me look weak... which is true but hey, no one's supposed to know, right?

She smiled, "Ah, yes Michael, I've been waiting for your arrival. Please have a sit." I sat down. She continued typing whatever she was typing before. This is gonna take a long time.

Finally, she looked at me. She stood and went to the other desk in the room. She ktook a file and went back to her sit. Then she handed the file over me. " This contains your homeroom, locker number and combination and your class schedules." She said. I thanked her and walked out. But before I could close the door, she called me.

" Micheal?" I looked inside the office, "be careful" she said with a smile. A mile I knew too well. I just gave her a faint smile before closing the door. Leaning on the door, I sighed and closed my eyes.

She knows. Dammit.

I opened my eyes and closed it. Her smile flashed I'm my mind. A smile of pity. I hate that look. I know I'm pitiful right now but that look only makes me hate life the more.

Why me??

I took a deep breath in and exhaled. I really don't want this to trouble me. I promised mom I'll have a terrific day and I'm not going to break that promise.

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I looked at my time table. I had lit-in-eng. I hate literature. It's not my strong fold. I looked at the class. 2b second floor. I'll have to climb up? 10 mins in this school and I'm already hating it. I sighed and walked up the stairs. I reached the top and looked for my class. I finally saw it so I went there. I stood in front of the class. I took a deep breath, encouraging myself that I could do it. Then I opened the door and stepped in. The whole class, turned to looked at me since the door was at the back of the class. God I hate attention.

The teacher frowned, hating the fact that I interrupted her class. "And you are?"

"Uhm.., I'm Micheal. Michael Pierce. I uh.. I'm a new student and I have literature class now." I explained. The lady just stared at me. "I know you are a new student since you aren't wearing the school uniform." She said. I finally looked at everyone and I found out that they were all in uniforms.

Great. Now I'm the odd one.

"Come in. I already knew you were coming. Take a sit." She said. I sigh in relief. At least I'm not going to do some kind of stupid introduction. I looked around the class and saw a sit next to a girl who doesn't seem to be paying attention to the teacher. How I knew was because she had an head phone on her head, blocking her ears. The teacher didn't seem to mind. Quietly, I sat down next to the girl which made her look up. Then she took of her head phones.

"Oh my goodness, you're hot." She said. Ok that was weird. I gave her a small smile which made her look at me with does dreamy eyes. "Are you single?" She asked. What's wrong with this girl. Did she hit her head a the wall or something. "You don't talk much do you?" She asked again. I need to change to a new sit. I looked around, checking for any empty space but saw non. Great. Now I have to spend time with miss crazy. "Do you speak English?" I looked at her and she shut up. Finally, some peace and quiet. It didn't take up two minutes before she spoke again.

"I'm Jessica Rodriguez." She introduced. I ignored her. " Seriously, you are really going to ignore me?"

"Can you please leave me alone." I said. I was really irritated by her.

"It speaks."

"I am not an it, I'm a he." I spat.

" Good to know." She said sarcastically. This girl riles me up and it annoying. "So you single?" She asked again.

"Yes I'm single and I'm not going to date a crazy person like you."

"Chill dude. I'm not asking you for a date. I have a boyfriend."

Thank heavens.

"So why are you asking me if I'm single?"

"Single, you know, As in, make any friends yet?"

Ok, that is one weird way to to ask if I've made any friends.

"No I haven't."

"Aww mate,"

Mate?!

I decided to listen. To her accent.

"Want to be my friend?" Australian. Nice.

"Yeah sure." I said, not meaning what I said. I just want her to stop talking. But she still continued.

"I don't usually talk to people like this. You were just so hot that I couldn't resist so don't think I'm weird."

Too late.

I just looked at her and smiled. This is going to be a looooong day.

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