Awake to reality
I shuffled my feet and stared at the dirty classroom floor. Even from that one second spent looking around at my new classmates, I could tell that this was going to be the same as my old school. The best I could hope for here was to pass unnoticed through the rest of the year, but something told me that wasn’t going to happen. The teacher, who’s nameplate on his desk showed him to be Mr. Burnal, looked up and saw me standing at the back of the classroom. “Oh, this must be our new student!” He exclaimed. Then he got up from his chair, and dragged me to the front of the classroom. “Class, this is…” “Nathan.” I finished. “Well, Nathan here will be joining us for the rest of the year!” Only a single person even bothered to look up. I met her eyes. She was beautiful. Not in the traditional way, not even in a way that would cause people to notice how pretty she was. She had long, slightly curling auburn hair, and I light dusting of freckles across her nose. She had bright, blue grey eyes, and a small, pink mouth, who’s colour I got the feeling wasn’t achieved by lipstick. She gave me a small, shy, smile, then lowered her eyes back to the floor. Mr. Burnal showed me to a seat in the back of the classroom. I glanced toward my desk mate, and saw that he was avoiding my gaze. He seemed to be not a jock, or anywhere near popular at all. I could tell from personal experience that he had been bullied before, though did not seem to be the target now. The way he was looking so intently at the floor made me realize something, I was the target now, and he didn’t want to become one too. I dropped my gaze, and shuffled my chair as far away from him as possible. There was really no need to bring anyone down with me, and besides, I had never really had any friends. The boy next to me looked up, obviously relieved. He made a point of avoiding eye contact with me throughout the lesson, and only acknowledged my presence in a slight nod of his head. I sat back in my seat, and stared at the ceiling. This was going to be a long year.
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