Chapter 4

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After the semi-lengthy bus ride, I headed to the pavillion. The pavillion was the equivilent of a gossip square. Awkwardly I stood near the Dasani vending machine, craining my neck to spot Davie and Seb. I glanced at the crowd of bustling teenagers,consumed in the usual gossip of who-did-what last weekend, and irrelavent comments. I spotted Seb in his usual bummed out attire. He wore a raggedy pair of blue jeans and his "Proud to be vegan" tee shirt. He slowly stalked over to the corner were I was standing.

"Hey Seb! I didn't see you at all yesterday."

"That's because I wasn't there."

"Can I ask why?"

"Dad" He spoke softly face contorting with a mixture of sorrow and hatred. I left the conversation alone, aware of Seb Dad, and the horrible things that happend.

"Oh here comes Davie!" Seb spoke his face morphing into a more happy expression.

"What's up guys!" Davie said her face beaming with her radiant grin.

"Nothing really" we both mumbled.

"Alex, are you excited for Taylor's class?" She cooed with a all knowing look. I immediatley blushed, feeling the usual butterflys in my stomach.

"Why would you be- Ahh I see" Seb chuckled.

"Stop it's not like that!" I shouted, yet still unable to keep the smile off my face.

BriiiiiiiiiiingThe morning bell proclaimed around us. We all said bye, and I headed to my first block class. I pulled my wrinkled schedule out of the side pocket of my bag. I had Stockbridge first period, She taught chemistry. I looked for room B4.

After a couple minutes I slid into her bare-walled classroom, and took the last seat available. A giant woman in a orange, floral print blouse (that did nothing to compliment her complection) stalked to the front of the classroom. Some people softly snickerd glancing around nervously. She began talking about the chemistry lesson plans, her voice constant and monotonious. I tuned her out for the duration of the class not bothering to complete the pages she passed us. My mind wandered to last nights dream. He is just to amazing. No teacher should be so sexy. The bell for second intrupped my thoughts and I gathered my things and left for World History.

Contrast to Stockbridge ,Mrs.Demetz was a much more livley women. She would speak about history as if it were some grand quest. Sometimes she took dramatic pauses to add suspense. A lot of students love her, but quite frankly I found her quite irritating. My theory is that no matter how hard you try you can't make history exciting. Now don't get me wrong i'm not bitter because I find history difficult or that i'm failing. Actually history is one of my better classes. I just don't think it's that great. Though she was grinding my gears I still struggled to pay attention whishing that the lunch bell would just ring already. As if conduring some kind of "time god" the bell rang.

I sat across from Seb and Dave. They engaging in an intense agrument about which band was better, it was between IWRESTLEDABEARONCE and Blood on the dance floor. I stared at my cold salisbury "steak" and mashed potatoes with no gravy,plunging my plastic spork in the potatoes and lifting up a bit. I stared at them while struggling to swallow the potatoes. People around the cafeteria started to leave to return to their periods.

"Hey guys, we gotta go!" I spoke. They both got up to leave. We said our goodbyes and I left for class.

I got my bag as soon as the bell rang for Third. I headed for Art a hot, nervous feeling erupting inside me. I nervously shuffled into the classroom purposefully averting my gaze from Taylor.

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