A/N listen to Good Girls by 5SOS 👌 (while reading)
As I walked into school, many people were staring. Oh god, did I have something on my face? I rushed into the bathroom, but what I saw looked like normal... So why were they staring? As I walked out of the bathroom I realized I barely had three seconds to get to class. Great. That's just what I need, to be late on my first day.
I walked down the hall, more people looking. Girls looking at me with a hateful look, guys looking at me as if they wanted me. Good luck with that. As my right foot barely made contact with the dismal carpet of my English class, the late bell rang. Just in time. It was a cliché sounding bell, nothing special.
"Name?" My, I assume, English teacher, said in a monotone voice.
"Um I'm Brittany," I replied, just as bored as my new English teacher,
"Where would you like me to sit?"
"Next to Brendan and Braden, please." The last word to his sentence sounded forced, as if manners didn't come easily to him. Ha, you and me both.
As I sat in between the two boys, as they both eyed me with a mischievous look.
"I will give you today to learn your classmates. Begin socializing." Mr... Butthole? Yeah, butthole will be his name. Anyways, Mr. Butthole wants us to socialize now. Obviously not wanting to be here, he slumped down into his boring desk.
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