The Lovely Angel

Chapter Six: Strange Topics of Discussion

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~Allison

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Chapter Six: Strange Topics of Discussion

After class was over, Kaylee took me to where my cabinet was located and I saw that I had one English book, one Literature book, and a small notebook cramped into the space.

I followed Kaylee out of the classroom afterwards.

"Your next class is on the 200 floor. The stairs are at the end of the hallways. Meet me right here after class and we'll go to third period together, okay?" she told me.

I nodded my head and she wandered off, leaving me by myself. I turned around and faced the direction that Kaylee had told me and started walking towards the giant steps. They were long and wide. They looked like they were made up of some type of wood. Surprisingly enough, they were clean and looked brand new, not something I would expect at a school like this.

I felt weird not carrying around a book sack or books, but I suppose I'll have to get used to it.

I checked my schedule to make sure I had the right room number before walking into the classroom. I had Chemistry for second period with Professor Miller.

Sucking in a breath, I opened up the door and walked in. I wasn't late to this class like I was for the last one, so not all of the students were in the room yet, but the kids that were stared, again. Jeesh, people. It's like they've never seen a new kid before . . .

The professor wasn't in class yet, so I just walked to one of the many seats in the back of the classroom, hoping I could just blend into the crowd of students. I sat quietly until the bell rang and everyone got quiet.

Professor Miller finally walked into the classroom and said, "Welcome, class, to Chemistry. I understand that we have a new student with us today." He looked around and came eye to eye with me. He was a good-looking, older guy if you ask me. His dark hair was slicked back stylishly and he looked to be about the age of thirty, if not younger. But the few grey hairs and some wrinkles told just how wise and knowledgeable he really was.

"Claire Marks. Welcome to my class." I prayed that he wouldn't be like Professor Johnson and make me introduce myself. He didn't. He just nodded his head politely and I gave a small smile and that was it.

Professor Miller began talking about ions and their chemical reactions. I zoned out completely. Over all it was a basic chemistry class.

Finally, the bell rang and I shot out of my seat. But just as I'm about to walk out of the door, I heard someone calling my name. "Miss Marks, would you come here for a moment?" Professor Miller's voice rang out through the now-empty classroom.

I turned around and walked to his desk. "Yes, Professor Miller?" I asked politely.

His eyes traveled up and down my body and for a second I'm scared that he is going to try and hit on me or something. But his eyes found mine again and he walked around his desk and to one of the cabinets along the wall. "This will be yours for the rest of the year. Make good use of it," he said and walked back to sit at his desk and started writing furiously.

I stared at him curiously for a moment before looking back into the cabinet to see a chemistry book and notebook. I left them there, knowing that I didn't need it tonight for any homework because Professor Miller didn't give any. Then, without looking back, I walked out of the classroom and to where Kaylee told me to meet her.

As I made my way through the crowd of kids, I kept getting whistles from the boys and death glares from the girls. I scowled at the girls before flipping off some of the guys and then hurrying to Kaylee. This school was way different than my art school. I missed it so much. There was no way that I could do any of the things I used to there. I had had so much freedom it was ridiculous, but the way Kaylee was talking about Nya, there is no way that I will have that same privileges. I could tell that Nya was a good principle, no doubt better than my old one who didn't give a care what the students did. His name was Mr. Nichols and he was a total pervert. He creeped me and most of the girls at my school out. He's one thing that I definitely didn't miss.