Knocking on the door, that is after calming myself down because of the messy situation that just happened.
“Come in”
“Hello ma’am, I’m new here, I am to get my locker number and also my class schedule here”
“Oh, you’re Ash right, the new student” she asks
“Yes ma’am”
But not to seem like a rude person, I did not point out that the fact that I just told her that I’m new.
“Just call me Mrs. Palma” she tells me, handing me my class schedule and my locker key which has my locker number on it.
“Okay ma”
“So, that’s your class schedule, we were told that you only AP classes in science and two electives” she tells me, which sounds more like question, seems like she doesn’t believe I can do well because of the statement she made next.
“But, it is not too late to switch to normal classes” she tells me, trying to counsel me, not that I asked for any.
“I’m okay with this schedule” I tell her, getting impatient.
She eyes me, I think she is trying to judge me by my looks, wearing a black baggy trousers and black crop top with my hair in high pony-tail, I know it doesn’t give the vide of a smart boy, but what about the proverb of not judging the book by its cover.
“If you say so, but if you have any problem catching up, just come here before it is too late” she tells me.
“Thanks, I will keep that in mind” I tell her, trying my best to hide away how annoyed I am.
Leaving her office, I close the door.
I try to calm myself down because of all the things that have already happened this morning.
My impression here so far has not been good, from my father rushing me, to that dumbass at the stairs, then the guy in the elevator, then that asshat who was trying to bully me, now to someone who was belittling and judging me from my looks.
It is not like they have rules on the type on clothing to wear and not to wear.
Rushing back to the elevator, to take to the 2nd floor since when I asked around in the morning it seems like it is for sophomores.
Getting inside the elevator and pressing the floor I’m going to, I look at my class schedule, well nine classes does not seem bad.
I have AP Biology, AP Chemistry, AP Calculus BC, Statistics, Arts, AP English, Spanish, AP Physics C:Mechanics, AP English Language, AP World History.
Looking at my class schedule, I realize that, I have all my courses today except for one which is Spanish, which I have tomorrow morning.
Rushing out of the elevator when it got to the 2nd floor and down to my AP English class, opening the door of the classroom, I try to enter only for the teacher to call me back and tell me to leave the class
I tell her that it is my first time and that I was not able to get my class schedule on time which is partly a lie and partly true.
“If you knew you were going to get some things before also, I think as a good student, you should have come to the school earlier to get it done”
“Yes ma”
“I’m not going to bother you because it is your first time, but don’t expect me to do that another time”
“Just go and find some empty place to sit, and please do it quietly” she tells me, going back to her teachings, not bothering to ask for my name or introduce me to the class which I definitely do not mind, in fact, I like it.
“Thank you ma”
It is not as if me coming late to class is my problem, I just happen to be very luck this morning, to meet a lot of obstacles on my way, and I’m sure, if I had taken the stairs w\hen coming, I would have seen more.
The time flew by, and before I know it, it was already five minutes to the end of the class, since the class has started since two weeks ago.
It seems like they have been told to prepare for a short test for today, like who will give students test two weeks after resumption, not like it is affects me.
“Hey” she calls out, looking directly at me, but not really sure if it is me she is calling or the person behind me.
“Yeah, you looking at the back, in a black crop top”
“Oh me” I say, pointing to myself
“Yeah you” she says again, which makes some students to chuckle.
“Since you just resumed you won’t know what I have taught, and again you were not aware of the test, I will excuse you, in turn I will give you an assignment to submit on Wednesday” she tells me
“Okay ma’am” I tell her, not bothered with that fact.
After distributing the question paper, they are given the rest of the time to do the test.
She collects the paper from them immediately the bell rang, and gives me a paper for my assignment to be submitted on Wednesday.
I look at the assignment to notice it was an argumentative writing on one of the chapters of out required textbook.
At the least, it is from our textbook, not from ancient books, which will require me to do a lot of research that I am not really ready to do.
After three classes, I finally have my lunch time, from three of my classes, I have two assignments to do, and one test to be done next week, in short, I am to be heavily loaded with work.
Walking out of my third class, which was Statistics, I walk towards the cafeteria. Holding some of my books in my hand to put in my locker before I am bumped by someone which makes all of them fall to the ground.
“Gosh, what the fuck” I exclaim, but saying nothing after that, I pick up my books
“I’m so sorry, I’m sorry” the person pleads repeatedly
“No problem, just fucking watch where you’re going next time” I tell the person, picking up my books and look up to see a beautiful girl with a small height, like 5’4 I think
“Okay, I’m so sorry for bumping into you” she tells me, apologetically.
“No problem” I tell her, again
For a small person, she sure has a lot of strength, like the saying goes, small but mighty, I don’t know if that is a saying though.
“By the way you were a total badass this morning” she tells me, her eyes sparkling mischievously.
“uhn” I mutter in confusion.“Yeah, I was there this afternoon, I went to see my sister, she is a senior” she tells me, explaining herself and telling me the details I do not think I need.“Oh”“Yeah, it was total badass anyways, I think it is the high time someone stood up to him” she tells me, waving her hands frantically to buttress her point.“Why?” I ask her, intrigued with what she said.“So this is a long story, I will tell you more when we sit down” she tells me as we enter the cafeteria.There is nothing bad knowing your potential enemy.She queues with me even though I can see that she has her lunch box with me, I really hope I don’t regret not bringing my lunch box, my old school’s food was not really bad, it was good some days, and the opposite some other daysSeems like we are here early, so I didn’t have to queue for a long period of time, I collected my food and went to get a sit with the girl whose name I seem to have forgotten.“He is a sophomore” she starts,“wait, h
Everyone starts to notice them walking towards my table, and they all start murmuring. That is one thing about when getting bullied in high school or about to be bullied, no one makes any type of attempt to save you. They all look at you with pity or indifference, some are even happy to see a fight.They are three, I can totally see through this ‘Queen bees’, they look like a bunch of dumb girls, one in the middle, which with the looks of it must be their leader, and the other two by her side, her minions.I do wonder whether this things change, the cheerleader, the jocks, the bullies, the minions, like can this people not try to change history, must everything be cliché always.From movies, this will be the part that they will try to assert their dominance to the new girl. Bunch of dumb idiots, they think I am like their normal weak nerdy girl, I might be nerdy but not weak.The one in the middle has a light pink hair wearing a pink shirt and a short skirt which I don’t really know t
‘Please not now’, is my thought at the moment.Like will anyone just allow me to have peace, I have had enough of being told the ‘rules and regulations’ of this school honestly.“Hey, I said, you are on my seat” he repeats“How is this your fu*king seat? sorry” I ask him, looking up to him, pretending to be confused.I know that seats would have been ‘allocated’ or everyone would have at least gotten their seat and seat mate, or chosen the seat they want, but sometimes, if you still want to keep that seat, you have to hurry up to the class.“I have totally forgotten that this is where he sits” Katya whispers to me.“How could you forget about something like that?” I ask her, whispering.“Sorry” she whispers back apologetically, with a guilt-stricken face“I didn’t see your bag nor any of your properties here neither was your name engraved here, so how is this your seat?” I ask him again.But having looked around when I entered the class, if I stand up from here, there is a possibility
“Oh My God, yes” she tells me, hitting the table.“Do you really have to hit the table to tell me” I ask her, rolling my eyes.“The only flaw with him is that he is a bully, but he is good in all his classes, at least so I’m told, and he is so good at art” she tells me“And the also twins?” I ask her“No, the twins are not like him, Declan is good in his classes and Duncan, well he is like the top academic wise, Declan plays football, but Duncan, his twin, he is nerd, a hot nerd” she tells me, gesturing with her hands to explain.As she continues her explanation, she is interrupted by the teacher.She gives us back our drawing, and I am able to take a glance at Oliver’s drawing the drawing is good, very good, not going to lie.He glances at me for a brief moment, and goes back to his seat.I don’t know if he is intrigued by me, or he is planning something behind his scowl, with the amount of times he has glanced at me and with the glare he gave me earlier.“Ash, right?” The teacher as
“Oh, it’s you”“Yeah me, you’re not a fan of me, I am not a fan of you, I will appreciate if you make sure we don’t cross path” he tells me, putting his hands in his pocket.I look at him in irritation and his two friends that are beside him.“I never cared about you, you are the one seeking me out right now” I tell him, scoffing at him.“That’s good” he tells me, leaving with his friends.Looking at their retreating silhouette, I turn to ask Katya a very important question.“Are they always like this?” I ask her, squinting my eyes.“Yeah” she says, still staring at their silhouette disbelievingly.“And why didn’t you tell me that they live around this area” I ask her“I told you, but from the looks of it you were ignoring me then” she says, pouting“And again most people going to our school lives around here”“Fortunately for you or unfortunately for you, he lives three houses from yours’ and the twins four houses from your house” she tells me while grinning.“Why are you so happy, d
A month after, things have changed slightly, although the ‘three beauties’ don’t have the intention of ever leaving me alone.If they don’t cross the line, I won’t do anything, I don’t have any business with them, I will only do to them what they do to me.Classes have not been exactly easy, especially for a sophomore who joins a new school, also taking seven AP classes. But it has kept me busy.Katya has been the good friend a new student needs always. She has been helping me to adjust to the system, even though most of our classes are not together, we only have two, Statistics and Art.Oliver and I have not interacted ever since the day we met on my way home, we’ve only been passing each other by, and see each other in classes we have together.My Dad has also been really busy with his work, in adjusting to his new work and environment, which has not been so easy for him, from the bags under his eyes and the look of tiredness he always try to hide with coffee and a forced smile.Wal
“Are we going” she asks me, looking very excited about the idea of us being invited to a party,“Are we going” she asks me, looking very excited about the idea of us being invited to a party,“Of course not” I deadpan.“Why?” she asks me, grabbing my hands and pouting trying to act cute.“No matter how you much you try to act cute, I am still not going, I have a lot of assignments to do, and books to read” I tell her, shaking her hands off me.“Maybe that is why you don’t even know how to socialize, and maybe that is why you don’t have friends” she tells me, looking at another direction.“Don’t talk like you have thousands of friends” I sass her.“I do have” she tells me, glaring at me like what I said hurt her feelings.“I am your only friend, so don’t try to feed me that crap” I tell her, shaking my head at her antics.“It doesn’t matter, and again don’t change the subject, you are going to that party” she tells me, trying to use a commanding tone with me.Not with that her tiny voi
Going through my lunch time routine with Katya, since our lunch has always been and will always be at the same time, we are suddenly disrupted with one of the ‘beauties’ saying she has an announcement to make.“Hey guys, Damian’s brother is inviting us to his party” Minnie Moe announces, which has everyone’s attention with the announcement.“But you are not invited” she says, pointing at me.I continue eating my lunch completely ignoring what she said. This triggers her, ‘cause she hates being ignored.“You hear me” she barks.“Uhn hn” I murmur.“She thinks she is all that” Katya whispers to me.Since she has a loud voice and she can hardly whisper silently, her statement catches their attention causing one of the jocks with the bit*hes to scoff at us.“And what did you just say bit*h” she shrieks out.“None of you goddamn business” I say, banging me hand on the tableI really want to cause trouble with these bit*hes today, they’ve been getting on my nerves all this while, not that I