We're All Full Of Lies

Within no time we were at the front office, Mikey was talking to an older lady with glasses and Ray had took off down the hallway saying he needed to get to class early. The lady behind the counter with the glasses looked at me before smiling “Welcome to Belleville High Mirabelle, here is your timetable, your locker number and Mikey I presume will be your guide for the day”
“Thanks” I swept the documents off the counter and examined them while mindlessly following Mikey through the halls. He peeked over my shoulder every now and again taking a look at my schedule.
“Your locker is next Ray and mine’s and from looking at your timetable we have a fair few classes together” Mikey beamed before stopping and pointing at a blue metal locker “This is yours”

After dumping some of my stuff in my locker we moved on and examined my first class for the day, Biology which Mikey and I had together. To say walking into the classroom was awkward would be a phenomenal understatement, the noise from the class could be heard halfway down the hallway and the second I stepped through the door you could have heard a pin drop. 20 pairs of eyes examined me as I followed Mikey to the back of the classroom and took a seat. A few whispers were shared and a couple of girls snickered. How typical. The teacher at the front introduced himself and began with the lesson but I was too busy scribbling in my sketchbook to care. I figured Mikey must have been relatively intellectual as he took notes non-stop throughout the whole lesson and nearly filled two pages. “You really must like science” I said eyeing over his notes.
His cheeks flushed a light shade of red, “Oh, uh yeah I suppose, I just really want to finish high school with at least half decent marks, I might be eligible for a scholarship if I do well enough”
“I suppose it’s important to have goals right?” I said slightly enthusiastically.
He just smiled in return. The droning sound of the bell rang through the classroom and everyone shot out of their seats and scurried out the door. “I’m really sorry Mira, I’d like take you to your next class but my English teacher is unstable and she’s, let’s say dangerous, if you’re late to class, sorry” Mikey spoke quickly as he followed the crowd and disappeared out the door. “But-, ugh, fantastic” I moaned; now I would have to somehow find out where Dramatic Arts, as my timetable stated I had, was.

I wandered through the empty halls looking for the classroom but with no avail, nearly 10 minutes had passed and I asked the odd student that was aimlessly walking the halls where the classroom was and got either a dirty look or was ignored completely.
“This is bullshit” I muttered to myself kicking at the floor and leaving a scuff mark.
The next thing I knew I went flying backwards and landed flat on my back, my head smacking against the hard linoleum floor. Papers fluttered around slowly making their way to the ground and what looked like mine and someone else’s books were strewn across the hallway. I propped myself up on my elbows, the back of my head was throbbing and my vision was still a little fuzzy. I saw a figure scuttle around collecting the paper and books that were surrounding me, it looked to be male but I couldn’t be sure.
“Oh shit, I am so sorry, I was running and not watching where I was going, are you okay? How’s your head?” the smallish boy couldn’t stay still, he bit at his fingernails and tried to help me stand whilst still picking up pieces of paper all at once.

Once I was on my feet and my vision was back to normal I had the chance to take in the hyperactive individual before me. He was shorter than me but not by much, lip piercing, ear piercings, unusually shiny black hair and from the small glimpse of his hand I had whilst he helped me up I could tell he had tattoos.
“No, its fine, my head it, well it hurts but I’ve had worse” I laughed a little trying to make him feel a bit better.
“My names Frank, say, I haven’t seen you before and from your accent I can tell you’re certainly not from around here” He smiled and held a hand out to me, I shook it politely.
“I’m Mirabelle, but I prefer Mira, and yeah I just moved here from Australia”. We stood in a slightly awkward silence for a moment before I remembered I was supposed to be looking for my class, “Hey Frank you wouldn’t happen to know where dramatic arts is, I’ve been looking everywhere but I can’t seem to find it”
“Dramatic arts, I was just heading there!” He seemed to brighten up even more, if that was possible for his giddy little frame, “Speaking of which we are probably looking at getting dentition considering we’re nearly fifteen minutes late”.
With that we began to head down the hallway together Frank continuing to talk, “Apparently there is a new teacher taking over dramatic arts and music, the last few teachers have always been woman in their 60’s who hate children and they usually never last long”
“Well it should be interesting to say the least then, huh?” I smiled, although I wasn't happy about it.
“So how come you’re here in Jersey?” Frank inquired.
“My parents, the law firm they worked for closed its Australian offices, so my parents, being workaholics, decided to follow and now here I am, in good old New Jersey” I spoke nonchalantly. Frank didn’t seem to have an any more to say and just nodded his head.
“This is our classroom here” he motioned his hands towards a bright red door; looking around the area seemed familiar and realised it was right next to my locker.
“Well at least I won’t forget where it is, my locker is right next to it”
“I suppose that’s convenient, but we best get in there before we earn a weeks’ worth of detention”

I let Frank go first, following closely behind. Again the awkwardness was nearly indescribable, everyone staring, a few comments here and there, I didn’t even notice the teacher until he stood and glared at us. He had untamed black hair framing his feminine yet manly face and was wearing a waistcoat and black jean combination. He would have been in his early 20’s, 25 at the absolute most. I must admit due to his age and looks he was a lot less intimidating, that was until he spoke. “And why exactly are you the pair of you nearly 20minutes late to my class?”
Now don’t get me wrong he had a sweet voice but it scared me nonetheless, especially when the sweetness was laced with sour.
“We uh-“I didn’t get to finish before Frank began,
“It’s her first day, she got a little lost, I was helping her find her way”
“Names?” The teacher said getting out a piece of paper and a pen from his pocket.
“Frank Iero” Frank spoke quickly. The teacher scribbled something down then raised an eyebrow at me.
“Uh, Mirabelle Parker” I forced myself to speak.
“Well Frank Iero and Mirabelle Parker, I’ll see you after school for the next week, now take a seat” He smiled a toothy grin before turning away from us and heading back to his desk.
Wow this guy sure was an ass; here I was thinking that him, being young and all, would just let us off easy but nope. Dramatic Arts sure was going to be quite the subject and according to Frank he’s taking music too, great, the fun continues.

Frank and I took the two seats left at the back of the room and sat in silence. Frank threw me a few glances before whispering, “Well I was not expecting him to be the teacher or to be so grumpy” I nodded in agreement before my attention was drawn to the man at the front of the room clapping his hands together.
“Right, so I am your new teacher for Dramatic Arts and I’ll also be taking music, but whether or not that applies to any of you I don’t know, either way my name is Mr Way” He began to pace across the front of the room as he spoke, “Some of you are probably wondering why it’s called dramatic arts, and the answer is in the title really, we will be doing both drama and art, so for example you’ll working on performance pieces and also doing some sketching and painting and all that kind of stuff, okay so how about we just get right into it and start with some sketching, there is no theme or requirement, just draw whatever you like and at the end of the class leave the sketches on my desk on your way out” Mr Way grinned before taking a seat behind his desk.
“Apart from giving us detention he’s seems like and alright guy” Frank whispered as I pulled out my sketchbook and a pencil.
“I suppose, but still a week’s detention that’s a tad excessive” I said idly scratching away at the paper before me.

Notes

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