New student's POV
"Who has heard of the War of 1812?"
The same woman who was supposed to help me find my class questioned as she wrote on the chalkboard.
I raised my hand.
"Um..."
"Yes, you with the bushy eyebrows."
Bushy?
I ran a finger against my brows.
Eh, I'll take it as a compliment.
"I thought you were going to help me find my classroom? Unless-"
Nah, this was totally not my 1st period. First of all, according to my schedule, my 1st period is a science class. This clearly isn't a science class.
2nd of all, my teacher's some man named Mr. Young- this lady for sure wasn't Mr. Young.
Well... Better safe than sorry.
"You're not Mr. Young are you?" I asked the elderly woman.
She gasped loudly.
"Do I look like a man to you?" She boomed, her voice was powerful enough to have me wince at the sound of it.
"No, you're-"
"Mrs. Byrne!"
A kid bursted inside of the room.
"Ever heard of knocking?" The woman I now knew was named Mrs. Byrne asked the boy.
"Sorry, I'm looking for a new student. I was thinking that maybe she got lost here-"
She.
Was he talking about me?
"Well you thought wrong." Mrs. Bryne huffs.
"Wait." I spoke up.
"I'm supposed to be in Mr. Young's right now. But this crazy lady dragged me to her history class even though she was supposed to help me find his class!" I glared at her, she just looked at me confused.
"Really? Are you seeking for detention, missy?" She actually thought I was lying, I'm guessing she forgot about taking me to my first period.
"Mrs. Byrne," The same boy with messy brown hair and a blue flannel began.
"She's right, she's supposed to be in class with me-"
"Oh, you're in Mr. Young's class too? Can you take me to our class?" I ask the boy.
The boy chuckled.
"Actually, the teacher-"
I noticed that the lady had fallen asleep, I took this chance to grab the kid's arm and run out of the classroom with him.
That teacher's is so old. I couldn't help but laugh at the observation.
What's our teacher's like? I bet our science teacher is pretty old too- despite his name being Mr. Young.
I laughed at how ironic that would be as we walk through the hallway.
The boy opens the door, letting me walk in first before closing the door behind us.
I looked around the classroom.
"Where's the teacher?" I wondered in my head.
There's not a single adult in sight.
"Nice, the teacher isn't even here yet." I smiled.
"My brother says this class is boring anyway."
I felt a tap on my shoulder.
I turn my head back, my eyes meeting with blue eyes that belonged to the same boy that I've been walking with.
"What?" I asked him.
"He is the teacher." A blonde kid in one of the seats nearby whispered.
My eyes widened.
"What?"
The teacher (?!) smiled.
"You're the teacher?! Dang!" I say in shock.
"You called?" An asian man popped out of nowhere beside me.
"Ah!" I yelled, along with Mr. Young and the whole class.
"You'll get used to it." Mr. Young assured.
"Or not..." He says thoughtfully. Probably cus he and everyone else clearly haven't gotten used to it.
"Either way this is Dang, the school janitor."
"Hello, you must be new student." Dang greeted.
"Uh.. hello." I waved awkwardly. How the heck did he do that?
"Anyway, its nice to meet you, you must be Miss.....Valerie Slabinsky." Mr. Young reads some papers.
"My name's Adam Young, and I'll be teaching your science class."
"Slabinsky?" A brown haired girl repeated.
"Wait that means-"
"Slab's sister is the new student?!" The blonde boy asked shocked.
"Exactly, thank you for finishing my sentence." The brown haired girl told the blonde boy.
The blonde boy shook his head.
"No, I'm actually asking! She's Slab's sister?! I know Slab said he had a sister but I thought she'd have the same man face his mom has."
"What did you say?!" Slab growled.
"I-I mean it in the best way possible. I- I mean your mom has very strong features- they're- they're glorious!" The blonde boy stuttered.
"You better!" Slab goes back to having one of the nerds massage his feet- which in the matter of fact reeked of stinky cheese.
I looked at all the tables, I noticed that each desk had a name plate.
"But wow, your sister is hot." The blonde boy who's name was Derby sighed dreamily as he stared at me, his face rested on his hands.
I rolled my eyes.
"Hey! watch your mouth, dweeb. That's my sister your talking about." Slab warned.
Normally, I would be telling guys like him to get lost, but I was still shocked over the fact this somewhat cute boy I've been walking with was our teacher.
I think I was staring too much cus the brown haired girl who's name was Echo was giving me a mean look, but much to her dismay I returned the glare.
"Class, class settle down!" Mr. Young ordered, nobody really paid attention.
Was he really the teacher? It doesn't look like they even pay attention to him.
"Alright." Mr. Young said in a harsher tone.
"I'm counting to 3, if all of you aren't sitting in your seats by the time I'm finished counting, you all get detention!"
"1.." He began.
"2.." He continued.
Everyone rushed to their seats.
"That's more like it." He said in satisfaction, jumping when he looks towards the board and a bald man is suddenly there.
What was with people popping out of nowhere in this school?
"That's Tater." My brother Slab explained to me.
"He's the principal of the school. We usually don't listen to Mr Young, so you don't have to either but when Tater comes to check up on class, try to listen okay?"
"Slab, you're going to the principal's office." Principal Tater announced, wiping jelly off his bald head with a napkin.
"What? Why?" Slab asked, acting shocked.
"You know why!" Mr. Tater gives him a stern look.
"Chasing me out of class and throwing jelly sandwiches at me."
I can't help but giggle.
"Really? You're going to let a student throw stuff at you?"
"I wouldn't do that if I were you." The blonde boy with the name plate labeled as "Derby" warned.
"No offense, but isn't that sorta dumb of you?" I instigate, ignoring Derby's warnings.
Mr. Tater sighed.
"I know that you lack hair, but it seems like you lack a brain as well." I went on.
I felt satisfied when I heard laughter from the class.
"That's it, detention to you too Miss Slabinsky!" The man announced, crossing his arms.
The class keeps laughing, Mr. Tater giving them all a glare before he starts exiting the classroom.
"Of course she had to be a Slabinsky." Is the last thing I heard from him.
I couldn't help but just laugh hearing that.