Mr. Davis is a What?

Chapter Two

I hear a loud beeping sound on the other end of the room. I sit up and realize that Court's alarm clock is going off. I get out of bed before he does and walks into the bathroom. I shut my eyes and begin to take deep breathes. Today is our first day of actual school. I go out and see the Court is walking downstairs. I follow him and I see people eating breakfast already. I sit down and pick out what I wanted to eat. I got 3 pancakes and a glass of water. Everyone was speaking and I looked beside me and saw Court.

"Hey, did you sleep okay?" He asks.

"Oh, yea. How about you? I ask.

"Me too. Are you excited for the first day?"

"I guess."

We then eat and everyone goes to get ready. Court closes the curtain and I begin to get my uniform on for today. I put on the uniform and then begin to brush my hair.

"Are you done getting dressed?" He asks.

"Yeah." I say and he opens the curtain. He smiles at me with a red protein looking shake in his hand. It looked good but I didn't want to ask him for a sip because that would be very inappropriate. I look down at my hair brush and set it down on my bed. I get up and grab my backpack to pack my things up.

I was walking in the hallway to go to my first period class which was Young Adult Literature class. I was excited for this class because YA were my favorite novels. I walk into the classroom and sit in the front. All the seats were filled except for one at the front; in front of Court's desk. Court walks in immediately after the bell rings. He walks over to the whiteboard and begins to write the course name and his name on the board. I noticed that he isn't exactly perfect. Yesterday, I thought girls would be crushing on him and flirting with him. He has flaws though. He has a scar that goes down his thumb. He was very pale to the point he looked dead. His eyes looked very tired and it looked like he hadn't slept in ages. His hair looked like he belonged in the 1800's and his fashion taste is a little different. His voice was deep but not too deep. In my eyes he was perfect, but other people probably think he is weird and different. He keeps talking about how class will go and then he hands us a packet out.

"These packets are a list of amazing YA books. I expect you read at least 20 of them that is on that list. At the end of the year, I expect you guys to write me a paper talking about these books you read. The directions are carefully explained on the first sheet. I organized this list in genre's because I know many people like certain genre's. Each genre has 50-60 books on there." Court says as he is handing the rest of the packets out. I looked over the list and see romance and metal illness in the packet I skim over the books and smile.

"Okay class, for this week I want us to write a 3 page about ourselves. Meaning you write it about yourself. I want to get to know you all individually as humans. I want you to talk about your mental illnesses, hobbies, and anything else about you. You guys will have this whole week and weekend. It is due Monday but on Monday I will let you work too depending if you guys need more time. Any questions?"

A girl raises her hand, "Do we write it or type it on the computer?" She asks.

I didn't have a computer with me. My parents told me next week they would ship on to me. I am shit out of luck if he says type it.

"I want it typed up and printed. Staple the pages together of course. I also want it in MLA Format and you can pick whatever font you want as long as it is readable." I curse under my breath as the bell rings to single my next class.

Third class of the day is therapy for all my mental illnesses and problems. I liked therapy and it helps my cope but this is a new person. I knocked on the door and a guys voice says, "Come in." I walk inside and a guy in his 30's is sitting at his desk. He looked like a guy who was a huge dad. He looked Dad material and nerdy if that makes sense. I sit down on the chair that he points to and he walks over. His hair was brown, blue eyes, not thin but not chubby, and pale skin. He had on a sweater that looked like a grandpa would wear it.