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The classroom was small. The people in front of Jodie stopped just inside the door to hand-in a paper in a tray just on the teacher's desk that clearly read: HOMEWORK. She gawked at them. They were two girls, one a porcelain-colored blonde, the other also pale, with light brown hair. They gave no more than a look in Jodie's direction before treading to their own seats.
Jodie took the slip up to the teacher, a tall, Asian woman whose desk had a nameplate identifying her as Mrs.Rita. She frowned at Jodie when she saw her name - not an encouraging response - and of course she flashed tomato red. "Miss Jodie Lois, am I correct?" Mrs.Rita said, pronouncing Jodie's name with a tad bit New Jersey accent. Jodie nodded quickly. Almost too quickly to the point where she seemed like a fish bobbing out of water.
Mrs. Rita didn't seem to notice. "Alrighty then," she signed the slip and handed back the note to Jodie. "You'll be seated in the fifth row in that empty desk on the right next across from Mr.Richards- ? Richards?"Jodie watched as the teacher snapped a ruler against her desk, startling every student around the room even the boy (Richards) who seemed to become droned in his music. He sat up with a jerk at the sound of the ruler, and obediently snatched the headphones from his ears.
"Thank you for joining us, Mr.Richards." Mrs.Rita said in a disparaging tone before sending Jodie to the empty desk without introducing her to the class. As she walked down the aisle her eyes suddenly met with the the boy that had been listening to music- though she regretted it- his eyes were not staring at her but through her. Those eyes, his eyes, dark brown and appeared to be lost in its own fantasy. His light brown hair was untidy, messy infact. He wasn't insanely gorgeous, but all in all he was worth looking at.
His face. His hair. Eyes. Lips. Everything. But that wasn't why Jodie couldn't stop herself from staring. She felt this weird connection toward him. As if she knew him. You know when you suddenly see someone and you have this eerie sensation telling you that you knew that person, but couldn't think of their name or where you had known them from? But you felt as if you were being drawn to them? That's how she felt with him. And she was sure he must've felt the same way otherwise his eyes would'nt have been fixed onto her so deeply. She looked away quickly, suddenly flushing before suddenly stumbling over a backpack in the walkway. She had to catch herself on the edge of a desk, and the girl sitting there and everyone who had caught the clumsy act snickered.
There was a strong impulse making way into Jodie's veins; however, she took a deep breath before setting her bag beside the desk and taking her seat. It was harder for her new classmates to stare at her during the lecture, but somehow, they managed. She kept her eyes down on the reading list the teacher had given her.
Afterwards, she tried to pay attention to the teacher, but somehow couldn't stop herself from peering off into space as the teacher droned on. She eyes followed each motivational poster lined along the wall, to the students obediently taking notes, and then she peeked over her shoulder at him until she realized he'd seen her before bringing her bringing her attention elsewhere.
Jodie took the slip up to the teacher, a tall, Asian woman whose desk had a nameplate identifying her as Mrs.Rita. She frowned at Jodie when she saw her name - not an encouraging response - and of course she flashed tomato red. "Miss Jodie Lois, am I correct?" Mrs.Rita said, pronouncing Jodie's name with a tad bit New Jersey accent. Jodie nodded quickly. Almost too quickly to the point where she seemed like a fish bobbing out of water.
Mrs. Rita didn't seem to notice. "Alrighty then," she signed the slip and handed back the note to Jodie. "You'll be seated in the fifth row in that empty desk on the right next across from Mr.Richards- ? Richards?"Jodie watched as the teacher snapped a ruler against her desk, startling every student around the room even the boy (Richards) who seemed to become droned in his music. He sat up with a jerk at the sound of the ruler, and obediently snatched the headphones from his ears.
"Thank you for joining us, Mr.Richards." Mrs.Rita said in a disparaging tone before sending Jodie to the empty desk without introducing her to the class. As she walked down the aisle her eyes suddenly met with the the boy that had been listening to music- though she regretted it- his eyes were not staring at her but through her. Those eyes, his eyes, dark brown and appeared to be lost in its own fantasy. His light brown hair was untidy, messy infact. He wasn't insanely gorgeous, but all in all he was worth looking at.
His face. His hair. Eyes. Lips. Everything. But that wasn't why Jodie couldn't stop herself from staring. She felt this weird connection toward him. As if she knew him. You know when you suddenly see someone and you have this eerie sensation telling you that you knew that person, but couldn't think of their name or where you had known them from? But you felt as if you were being drawn to them? That's how she felt with him. And she was sure he must've felt the same way otherwise his eyes would'nt have been fixed onto her so deeply. She looked away quickly, suddenly flushing before suddenly stumbling over a backpack in the walkway. She had to catch herself on the edge of a desk, and the girl sitting there and everyone who had caught the clumsy act snickered.
There was a strong impulse making way into Jodie's veins; however, she took a deep breath before setting her bag beside the desk and taking her seat. It was harder for her new classmates to stare at her during the lecture, but somehow, they managed. She kept her eyes down on the reading list the teacher had given her.
Afterwards, she tried to pay attention to the teacher, but somehow couldn't stop herself from peering off into space as the teacher droned on. She eyes followed each motivational poster lined along the wall, to the students obediently taking notes, and then she peeked over her shoulder at him until she realized he'd seen her before bringing her bringing her attention elsewhere.
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Riley was at his seat when he heard very clearly when the door swung open and students came piling in the classroom. It wasn't long until the room buzzed with conversations. And at that moment, the bell rang loudly, a nasal buzzing sound, and everyone feel silent and gave the teacher their full attention.
"Welcome back students," the teacher beamed as sluggish groans had been exchanged. "I hope you all had a fantastic winter break. We have a new student who'll be joining us today." Everyone within a three-radius turned toward Riley who sat there staring blankly at everyone.
"Tell the students a little about yourself. C'mon up here." he waved, urging Riley from his seat. Eyes followed him as he managed to pull himself down the aisle and in front of the class. He surely didn't like the attention. The way everyone stared at him as if he were a brand new device waiting to be promoted to the world, the way they whispered about him as he stood their, bewildered.
What were they whispering about?
"Tell us a little bit about yourself," the teacher folded his arms arms across his chest; waiting. But what was their to tell?
"Um, hi. My name's Riley. Riley Lois, came here from Liverpool, England, and uh..I'm a junior here at Messalonskee high," then he quickly added, "with my sister Jodie. She's a junior here.."
More silence. "I guess I just want to say that I'm enjoying my time here," lie. "And I can't wait to meet some of you guys." More lies.
At that, he excused himself back to his seat.
"Welcome back students," the teacher beamed as sluggish groans had been exchanged. "I hope you all had a fantastic winter break. We have a new student who'll be joining us today." Everyone within a three-radius turned toward Riley who sat there staring blankly at everyone.
"Tell the students a little about yourself. C'mon up here." he waved, urging Riley from his seat. Eyes followed him as he managed to pull himself down the aisle and in front of the class. He surely didn't like the attention. The way everyone stared at him as if he were a brand new device waiting to be promoted to the world, the way they whispered about him as he stood their, bewildered.
What were they whispering about?
"Tell us a little bit about yourself," the teacher folded his arms arms across his chest; waiting. But what was their to tell?
"Um, hi. My name's Riley. Riley Lois, came here from Liverpool, England, and uh..I'm a junior here at Messalonskee high," then he quickly added, "with my sister Jodie. She's a junior here.."
More silence. "I guess I just want to say that I'm enjoying my time here," lie. "And I can't wait to meet some of you guys." More lies.
At that, he excused himself back to his seat.