Previously: ( Roxy: Excuse me, hello 👋 . Me and my friend here are new and we'd really appreciate it if you'd help us find our classroom. We're sort of lost. )
I gulped and had my eyes set on the floor, to afraid to speak or move. His gaze was now on me and I could tell he knew how nervous I was. Every few seconds I'd take a quick glance at the group and he'd still be staring. It felt like forever, but he eventually answered.
???: Sure. You guys are freshman right?
Roxy: Yeah, and we need to find the history hallway. Why don't they have signs saying which hallway is which?
???: I have no fuckin idea. But luckily for you guys, I'm heading the same way. ( He gives us a non mischievous smirk. )
He dapped his friends goodbye and told us to follow.
As we walked I couldn't help but notice how huge the school was, it looked nothing like middle school. Everything was more open, more spacious. It surprisingly seemed like I had more room to just be.
(Maybe High school won't be as bad as I thought.)
???: What's your teachers name?
Roxy: We don't remember. All we know is that it's a he.
???: Y'all in AP history?
Roxy: Hell naw! Shit I barley passed middle school. The fuck I look like joining an AP class 😂 .
I chuckled at the thought of taking an AP course. I'd probably be stuck here till I was twenty or maybe even worse, drop out entirely.
???: Alright 😅 .
He chuckled too.
???: Y'all gotta be in Mr. Johnson's class then. It's next to mine so just keep following. It's right over there. 👈
He points to a classroom door.
Roxy: Thank you so much. Um, I didn't catch your name.
Terrell: Terrell. And you and yours?
I lift my head up to get a better view of his face.
Roxy: I'm Roxy.
Y/N: Hi, I'm Y/N.👋
He sticks his hand out for a shake.
(Of course Roxy shakes it with her usual confidence, but I was hesitant. I'm typically shy around strangers, but never to this degree. Why does he make me so nervous?)
I shook his hand and questioned how they felt just as soft as it did rough.
Roxy: Terrell... cute name. Anyways thanks again.
Terrell: No problem. Good luck on your first day.
She told him thanks and went to class.
As I was going, I stopped at the door way. Something told me this wouldn't be last I saw of him, so I curiously stared.
Y/N: Bye 👋 .
Terrell: Bye. (He warmly smiled.)
"Ding ding ding", the bell loudly ringed and class was now in session.
(Periods dragged on and on. Only a few hours in and I'm already done with this shit. I guess It's official then, I'm skipping today. The only somewhat enjoyable class was chorus.)
At lunch I met up with Roxy near a vending machine.
Y/N: You ready?
Roxy: Hell yeah! The teachers are trash. Most of them had annoying ass kids too. Man 😒, class clowns are so overrated.
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Those Quiet Thoughts...Aren't So Quiet Anymore.
Teen FictionShe's young, naive, and reserved. Y/N hates having to leave middle school and socialize with older kids. She'd much rather sit on rooftops and read mangas all day. Unwillingly, she is soon to discover the true beauty and chaos that lies within life...
