I'm an Introvert

I. A. I. 3 - YOUR TURN

I. A. I. 3 - YOUR TURN

I'M AN INTROVERT, and one thing I hate about the first day of school, are the words: Introduce yourself.

It just catches too much attention from the other students.

Well, it's not like there's something to catch from me.

Truth is, I look plain.

With my shoulder length, straight black hair and dark chocolate brown eyes. My not-so-perfect-pointy nose, my thin lips and not-so-white complexion. I can say, I look below average.

At least that's what I think or how I see myself. Additionally, I have a skinny body. Not so attractive. I'm actually thankful that I gained a kilogram last summer vacation, but it didn't really help to improve my physical appearance. I still look like a stick.

Either way, I don't care how I look as long as I do not get any attention from other people.

But since I'm below average, I can be noticeable in a negative way, so my goal is to at least reach average.

Luckily, we have school uniforms so I won't have to worry about mom picking me, a set of fashionable outfits everyday. That's really a great relief for me. Thank God.

"Good morning class, I will be your homeroom teacher from now on. Starting today, until the end of this school year," she paused. "Call me, Miss Madeline, please. Thank you very much."

Miss Madeline here is the lady I met a while ago.

Turns out, I will be seeing her for a whole year.

The students roared in agreement.

How can they be so comfortable with each other this fast?

Miss Madeline just smiles at them.

I can't blame the boys and girls here, she's such a beauty plus nice attitude. Well, at least that's what she's giving us for now. I'm not sure when she starts making rules.

"Okay, settle down," the woman in front eyed us. "Please?"

I think it was her pleasure that made the students follow her.

Gladly, the noise lows down. Yes, my ears are still functioning right!

"Now, we proceed to the formal introduction of each of you," she paused.

Oh, please no!

Besides, aren't we too old to still do this routine every year?!

"Let's start from you." Her fingers pointed at the student on the opposite side of where I was sitting, which is near the classroom door.

I exhaled dramatically, feeling relieved that I'm not the first!

Earlier, when we arrived here, I had no choice but to sit on the front row on the left side, near the window. I was originally planning to take the seat at the back but most of the men occupied it all, and even if it had an available seat, I don't think I would take it knowing I'm surrounded by men, all alone at the back.

Now, back to the present.

"Introduce yourself, please." Miss Madeline spoke.

The student stood up with excitement from her chair before introducing herself. "Hi, guys! The name is Stella, seventeen years old and well, single and ready to mingle! I wish to be a beauty queen someday." Stella giggled with a matching wink after speaking.

That's one flirty introduction to be the first. She got every right to do so. It's her choice. Blonde with a big front. I envy her self confidence. She truly knows, she's wonderful.

I sighed.

"Next." Miss Madeline continues.

The student stood up lazily before speaking, "Zion, seventeen, and please don't pester me. I wish I could fly." Zion sat down immediately.

Students roared in laughter.

Well, that's plain. I hope I can do the same. Without the joke, of course.

"Next," and so on, until it reaches the student before me.

She adjusted her glasses first then said, "Bettina here, seventeen years of age, please show some respect because if you mess with me, you'll have an appointment with my fist," she looks at everyone. "Oh, and by the way, support me when I run as the classroom president." Bettina sat with a smirk on her face.

There were whispers and laughs that could be heard.

There was one that said, "BETTY BABY!"

My, my, don't ever judge a book by its cover. This girl may look fragile and soft on the outside, but strong and brave on the inside. Again, I hope I have that kind of self confidence.

"Next,"

My mind was somewhere when suddenly, I felt someone poking me.

"H-Huh?" I snapped back to reality.

Bettina was staring at me. "Hey, it's your turn now."

My eyes widened in surprise.

Yikes. Did I hear correctly? It's my turn?

"Your turn, girl!" Stella cheered.

Just then I noticed every student was looking at me intently, including Miss Madeline. Guessing, what will I do?

I stood up awkwardly, hands at back, turning into a fist. My teeth are gritting with nervousness.

Calm down!

Breathing in, I counted one to ten mentally then exhaled.

"Um... hi."

Everyone replied with a: "hello!"

I gulped.

"My name is I-Iris. Seventeen y-years old," I looked down. "I'm pleased to meet you guys. Hope we get along."

C'mon you dumbass! You could've said much better than that! Now, they'll think I'm stupid!

"Anything you," Miss Madeline began, "want to achieve?"

Biting my lower lip, I answered honestly, "I want to be a writer someday."

I felt dizzy, especially when I can hear most of the students whispers.

Had I said something wrong?

Miss Madeline looks at me with worry on her beautiful face, "are you alright Iris?"

I frowned.

My vision is becoming blurry.

"I'm sorry..."

And there, my introduction of myself had ended in an epic way as an introvert.