In the movies, the main character will wake up early and stretch her arms wide. A big smile plastered on her fresh face while standing up to get ready. These are all expected when it's the first day of classes.
But no, those things didn't happen to me. The moment my alarm rang, there wasn't a smile on my face, instead, I groaned irritatedly, not wanting to be pulled from my dreams. My face wasn't absolutely fresh with my saliva smeared in a corner of my mouth.
Grrr! Five more minutes.
I pulled the blanket closer towards me, trying to block out the harsh sunlight coming from my window, before returning to the unicorn land.
I don't know how many minutes passed when I said five more minutes. As my alarm got off again, I forced my eyes to open and glance at the alarm clock beside me. It read six-fifty in the morning. I was about to return to sleep again when I realized it was the first day of classes.
Oh, my...
I instantly sit upright and jolted awake, completely alert that I'll have twenty minutes' time to get ready and ten minutes to go to school.
And just like that, my plan of waking up at exactly five-thirty was thrown out of the window. I was dashing, pacing, and running around the room. Not wanting to get late, I take a bath quickly, my fastest bath in history. I even felt shampoo was still in my hair when I got done.
Nevermind, I’ll be late!
I quickly put on my black shirt and pants and tie the shoelaces of my vans. Having two minutes left, I sprayed a strawberry perfume around my body. I grabbed my bag, a good thing I had arranged for it late at night.
Descending the stairs, I quickly head to the kitchen like the flash. I grabbed a sandwich, planning on eating it on the way to school, and kissed my mother's cheeks.
"Bye, mom!"
"Bye sweetie, take care!"
"I will," I said and slammed the door open. The morning sunlight immediately greeted me once I was on the outside. My eyes squinted at the sudden light, adjusting. I could tell it will be a good day with the clear sky and the warm fresh air. I looked to my right and I saw Luke's car in the driveway. He jumped out of the car and smiled sincerely just seeing me.
My mood had lightened and I smiled back. I walked towards his car. Being the gentleman, he opened the door for me. I thanked him and got in. He closed the door softly and went to hop on the driver’s seat.
When he was seated, his smile was still on his face. "I’ve been calling you for a few minutes now, good thing you managed to get ready on time.”
"Haha, I kind of woke up late," I answered unsurely, fidgeting in my seat, the thought of being late making me nervous.
"I figured you’d say that.” He chuckled. “Chill, we’re not going to be late, have faith in my driving skills.”
Seeing my state he gave me an assuring grin and pulled out of the driveway. “Plus, don't be nervous. I'm sure you'll love it there."
I was slightly reassured and the song that was playing on the radio did help me. When we reached the school, he parked the car and we got out. The sight of students welcomed me when we entered.
Luke led me to a hallway and I saw friends and couples all coping up with each other, probably talking about their summer vacation and gossip. I could see the looks of the students. Some are excited to start something new this year, while others are fidgeting, a look of anxiousness present on their faces.
We reached a crowded part and Luke instantly held my hand, thinking that I'll get lost. He turned a corner, and I followed him. We slowed down and I glanced at my schedule. There will be six periods for me, and the first is going to be history class.
"My first is History," I informed Luke.
He pouted dramatically, "Awww, too bad we don't have the same class in the first period." He said, and I chuckled at his expression.
"Let me see." He grabbed my schedule and looked at it.
"I was hoping that I got classes with you. Or with the group." I said disappointedly while we were walking in the hallway.
"Don't worry, we have the same classes during the fifth period." He said while handing me back my schedule. "Don't miss me that much." He smirked. I lightly slap his arm.
"Owww... That hurts...." He held his arm, rubbing it. "Good thing it wasn't my heart...." He smirked.
With that, I lightly slap him again in the arm.
Tsk. Luke and his ways...
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Luke walked me to my class since I don't know where it was. Gosh, good thing that I have Luke, if not, I would have been stuck in the hallway.
"Good luck." He said while kissing his palm and held it out to me, giving me a flying kiss. I smiled at him and opened the door.
Fortunately, the teacher didn't arrive yet because I was so nervous. I tightly hold the sling of my backpack as if my life depends on it. My palms were sweaty and the hairs on the back of my neck stood. No, I am anxious. And afraid. Afraid of the curious stares of my fellow students.
What if they don't like me? What if they get-
My what-ifs vanished when I spotted a particular brunette girl. Emma. My face brightened at the sight of her. I immediately walked towards her way. She was seated in the second row of seats, chewing bubble gum while reading a book.
She looked up and perked up seeing me. "Snow!" She exclaimed.
"Emma!" I exclaimed back and sat beside her. I feel the gazes of my classmates' boring holes behind me like a laser.
"Good thing you are here, or else, I could've died with their laser-like eyes," I whispered to her nervously, scared they might hear it.
She snickered. "Get used to them. They are always hungry for gossip and rumors. And don't ask why your name will spread later and get famous."
I looked at her in shock. Instead of being relieved, it gets worse.
"Maybe you're exaggerating," I said to her.
She grinned and just shrugged. "It's your choice whether to believe me or not."
"Oh thanks for the information Emma, it really was useful." I sarcastically said to her that made her laugh like an idiot. We talked for a few minutes until the teacher arrived and placed her laptop on the table in front.
She looks like she was in service here for a very long time, with her glasses that reached her nose and her hair that was almost white. Her wrinkles and signs of aging say she is in her forties or fifties.
She moves gracefully and slowly. But overall, she looks kind and with that I am relieved. She greeted us good morning and we greeted back.
"I am Mrs. Thompson, your History teacher for the whole year."