I finished getting ready for my first day of school in my new hometown. I just moved here a few days ago from New York and was really nervous since I was new and didn’t know anyone at all.
I grabbed my backpack and ipod and headed out, school was just a few blocks away so I could just go walking.
I thought about a lot of things as I walked there. But mainly about if I was gonna be able to make new friends. I really didn’t want to be alone. Though I really wouldn’t be surprised if that happened, cause I’m really weird, I mean compared to everyone else. I LOVE music. It’s my life and it means everything to me. I also have an obsession with all supernatural things. And I get made fun of because of that. I’m really shy and introverted, so it’s really hard for me to make friends easily, sometimes to make friends at all.
But I’m sure I’ll make at least one. I have to be positive, which is really hard for me. I always think of the awful stuff not the good stuff.
I hadn’t realize, but after talking to myself all this while, I was a few feet from the school’s doors.
I cleared my mind, especially of all the bad thoughts, and walked in.
The bell hadn’t rang since everyone was still in the halls, so I took out the piece of paper my mom had given me with my class schedule and my locker number and combination. First I went to my locker and left some of my stuff there, and got what I needed for my first class: Math. Not my favorite, but I had no choice.

As soon as I got the stuff I needed and locked my locker the bell rang. I panicked for no reason. Well for one very big reason actually: WHERE THE HELL DO I HAVE TO GO?!?
And then I remembered: the paper. So I took it out once again and looked at the instructions with a little map of the place.
It took me a few minutes but I got there in time. I walked in and took a sit in the back. For some reason I don’t like it when people are behind me. It makes me really unconformable. After another minutes the classroom was full and the teacher had just walked in.

“Good morning class, I’m Mr. Mathews and I’ll be your math teacher for the rest of the year” he said smiling. I had no idea how someone who be so happy to spend their rest of their life doing this: teaching math to teenagers.

After we introduced ourselves quickly he wrote some exercises on the whiteboard for us to do. We had the option to do it in groups of two, but since I didn’t know anyone and no one had even been nice enough to talk to me or even say hi I decided to do this solo.

I was in the middle of the second exercise when someone knocked on the door. The whole class stopped and stared to see who it was. It was a guy, a student obviously.
He apologized to the teacher for being late and entered the class. He stood in the front of the room for a while looking around for a seat with a worried face. His eyes scanned the room for that one empty seat. Which he found next to me, he smiled relieved and started walking my way.
I realized I must have looked like a complete fool staring at him all this time. So I looked down and try to keep doing the exercises.
I heard him drop his messenger bag on the floor after taking out a notebook and a pen from it.
Since I couldn’t see him, cause I didn’t want to freak him out staring, and the class was busy doing the work quietly, I could hear his breathing and smell his scent, a sweet scent. I couldn’t quite figure out what it was, but he smelled so good.