What is Love?

Transfer Student

Chapter one - (Transferred student)

"Hello everybody!!! May I have your attention please." My Math teacher demanded, but that didn't help much of the rowdy class that murmured and talked.

I, Sarah Black sat in my desk in a grouchy state and glared at everything that met my eyes.

I was a loner and couldn't stand being around other girls.

I didn't use to be like this...

Back in elementary I was nice, polite, and everybody thought I was cool.

Yet right when we reached middle school, I almost wanted to vomit!

My friends started talking about 'boys and love!' Did they know what it was like? Well I could care less! All I knew was that they went on and on about who they liked, who was the cutest, or sexiest blah blah blah nonsense.

Now in our first year of high school, all they would ever talk about is Valentine's day and how every little thing was cute.

For example, baby animals. 

I mean come on I wouldn't think a baby gorilla is cute! Not trying to offend anyone in preference but not everything is cute.

Back to the point, I just don't understand all this love and talk about boys! Those girls sure believe they know what they're talking about.

I have a friend called Jake, he is the only person I ever really talk to. He didn't like or LOVE anyone . . . no, he just wanted to play video games which is what I like.

(I hate how all my old girl friends were being stupid because they were too girlie to try a video game.)

Jake was ignorant for trying to impress me though. When he first introduced himself, he bragged on about how all the girls fell for him. If I didn't notice he was lying, I would've ended our little chitchat right then and there.

He said he wouldn't do it again after I told him my personality. It was like he became a whole new different person. After that I didn't mind him being there.

Jake comes by with his always too big T-shirt and says,

"yooooo....what up?"

I sigh, still trying to impress other classmates which was to no affect as everyone ignored him. I sat up straight in my desk.

"Oh nothing much, just the usual, us being obnoxious little teenagers and Mrs. Miller not being able stand us." 

I glanced up at the front to find that are math teacher Mrs. Miller was not even present in the room.

"I swear she might quit someday from all the pressure." I sigh shrugging

 "Well what's new?" I asked.

"Oh! Well the school is in an uproar for the new transfer student! The girls call him the cutie." He said using air quotes on 'cutie'..

"They say he looks just like a model."

I groaned in exasperation, ignoring him I stared transfixed to my textbook.

I hate new transfer students. There is always chaos on how cute or hot they are or their taste and all that crap. Such judgemental little creatures we are. I'll probably hide myself in the library and try to stay away from all the ruckus.

"When is he coming?" I asked Jake.

Before he could even utter a reply Mrs. Miller strolled in with the principal at her side and everybody went to their seats in a huff.