Random Bits of My Brain

Facing the Truth and Unexpected Friends

Jackson's P.O.V

I slouched against the back of the chair. I do NOT  have time for this. The crew needs me and if we don't pass regionals, then we're out of the game. Amy's already finished composing the song, but Dimitri hasn't finished the choreography yet. Being the best is hard, but we're just about there.

As the whole classroom was goofing around, James blowing spit balls and hitting on girls, Erica giving a mild strip tease, Stan and Steven wrestling, the door suddenly slammed open and a huge thump sounded. All of a sudden, there was a piercing whistle cutting through mayhem and heavy silence. Everyone flipped forwards to see a young, blond-haired green-eyed women standing at the front of the classroom. 

"OKAY!" she screamed, as the class once again began chattering. "My name is Emaline, you can called me Emma and you will hate me for the next two months, three if you're lucky." Emma's no nonsense voice and sassy attitude shocked everyone into silence. 

"So, now for attendance," she said, then paused and flipped the clipboard around whilst saying,"but honestly, I don't care if you're here or not. As long as nobody tells."

A light chuckle waved across the room, some guys eyeing Emma a little more appreciatively. I watched her too, only not in that way. She looked familiar. I don't know from where, but I've definitely seen her before.

"Okay, before we officially start, some facts about me," Emma stated, strolling in front of  the room of delinquents. "My favortie color is blue, chocolate is my kryptonite, I grew up as a dancer and consequently have been on World of Artists"--at this, I suddenly remembered who she was, Emaline Frankword, champion of the 2012 World of Artists competition--"and I'm only 20, this is my form of punishment for apparently, "insulting" the teacher. I mean, sure, I was a bit harsh saying his thesis was weak and completely off, but it's the truth." 

Erica popped her gum and raised a hand of stilleto nails. "Why aren't you in college?" she asked in her snobby, obnoxious voice. 

 Examining Erica briefly with her head slightly tilted, Emme replied,"I'm guessing you weren't paying attention. I clearly stated I have to hang with you losers,"--when she said this, cries of protest erupted throughout the room--"because I insulted my professor, insinuating that I am in college. Oh wait, insinuate must be too big a word for you. Can anyone tell me the meaning of insinuate?" 

Raising my hand and replying without being called on, I said,"it basically means to hint at or include in context." 

Taking a moment to smile at me. Emma replied with, "that's right Mr..."

"Call me Jackson."

"All right, Mr. Jackson. You, my friend. can leave right now if you'd like," Emma said with a smile as people burst out with "that's unfair!" and "you can't do that!". "What? He shows that he has a brain, exactly what you people who are here lack. So I say I don't wanna deal with an extra person who doesn't need my help."

A/N:Aaaaand that's where my imaination ran out.