Chapter 207

I look to my side expecting to see Oakley has walked off to another part of the hallway probably to attend her own first class, but yet she's following me and I can only imagine the sort of picture that we make.

Two girls, two stunningly beautiful girls in white tops and dark skirts, it would almost look like we were twins or we were having something of a conjoined dress day, and for a moment I am actually hesitating ay walking forward.

The eyes of everyone in the class is on us now and thankfully enough they are few, they are simply few because I'm not the only one who hates Chemistry as a first class in the morning. I am not the only one who hates chemistry first thing in the morning and so we are decidedly barely up to four or five, that's good though, at least now I won't have to be bothered about the sort of attention that we are receiving.

"Ms Davies you have finally decided to make yourself present, I see".

The voice that I hear elicits something like utter dislike in me. It makes me feel hatred for whatever is speaking and I'm guessing that isn't a really healthy emotion to be having for your teacher.

Well this teacher is simply crap. When all the other teachers are off basically enjoying thier last days of school by taking free periods whenever they have to teach us, this chemistry teacher, the evil little thingy is always making sure that he's around to bore us with tales of his high school days, and of how serious he was, and how diligent of a students he was.

He was always around to make us feel embarrassed and less than, and I'm guessing that is how all teachers are, but this man has taken his own to another level with his pot belly and balding head, and that evil mean scowl on his face.

I can't say that I like him very much, I simply mutter a good morning and I walk to a seat making myself comfortable in it. It seems Oakley has also noticed the dislike that I have towards him, and so like the supportive little bitch she is, she also mutters a good morning even more flimsily than I did my own and she walks to the seat directly beside me, taking it and putting herself down in it like a queen.

Sometimes I wonder exactly where she gets all her confidence from. I'm guessing that the distraught look on my face tells her that there is something that I'm not saying about this evil little weasel that is our Chemistry teacher, and she simply squeezes my hand for a moment.

The way my heart shakes almost makes me think I'll cry. It almost makes me think that i will let out the emotion that I am trying to hold back so fervently. I would let this emotion out and I would appear weak in front of everyone else.