It's been a week since school started and so far, nobody's paid attention to me and I intend to keep it that way. But having a friend would be nice.
The problem is, being the new kid as a senior is hard because students my age has already established their circle of friends; they each have their own cliques. You could refer to me as the outcast? I guess? The lone wolf; an omega, looking for a pack.
My mum's right I should stop watching previous episodes of teen wolf on replay, it's started to affect my way of thinking.
"So I've been thinking, since you're all graduating how well do you guys know your peers? Like the guy who sits next to you in Chemistry or the guy passing by you? Do you really know them?" our teacher stated. "Aren't you a little bit curious about their lives? Who they really are inside?" She paused. "Which is why I decided to give you this project. I'll be assigning each student a number, the student who has the same number as you are most likely to be your partner, and no they aren't your classmates here in Health, they're students from my other classes. I've already given the other students their numbers, so feel free to find your partner at lunch then both of you report to me once you find them, you only have until the end of the day to find them and report to me or else I will be deducting 20 points from your grades every day until you find them. I need to do this because I know that some of you will not make an effort to find their partners. I'll be giving you 3 months for this project. You have to make a scrap book with your time together and make a report about the other person. Are we clear? Okay then, let's start. "
I observed the class in silence while our teacher, Ms. Lulu gives out our numbers; I wonder who she paired me with. I hope whoever they are, they're nice.
I felt someone tap my shoulder and when I turned around, I was greeted with a smile from the girl who sat behind me.
"Do you have an extra pen? Mine's run out of ink." she asked, waving the pen she's holding.
"Yeah." I replied. I reached for my bag and got my extra pen out then turned around and gave it to her.
"Thanks." She took the pen. "I'm Andy by the way."
"Chloe." I smiled.
"Where are you from?"
"Wow, I didn't know our school decided to have a student exchange program, I would've signed up."
"No, I'm not part of the student exchange program, my family moved here a few months ago."
"Really? Why?" she continued to ask.
"Well, my parents decided they wanted to have a change of environment so they brought us here." I shrugged.
"What's the number given to you?"
"83, I wonder who it might be?" she said. "See you around!"
I used to look forward to this time of day, it's the time wherein students, friends, and colleagues would meet, eat food and chat with each other. Here, lunch is a reminder that I am alone. No friends, not even enemies.
I scanned the cafeteria to check if there's an available vacant table. My eyes caught someone I met earlier; Andy. She waved at me and ushered me to go over there.
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