Well, I can explain what happened to my faith.

I turned my attention towards the board now, where the heading "Cell: The Fundamental Unit of Life" was written in bold letters. Beside the board, Mrs Meyers stood with a smile on her face, which was enough to prove that she was going to put up questions. I gulped hard.

Okay, I know it's a very easy topic and has been taught a couple of times at my previous school as well. But I just didn't like the idea of being interrogated in front of the entire class. Luckily there- I was fortunate enough to be invisible to the teachers as well (FYI I was already invisible for the students). I hope it stays the same way here.

Finally Mrs Meyers spoke, "Okay so I know you've all studied about cells in the earlier grades and that this is a very common topic. But I wanna see how much you all remember." There were a few whispers among the students for a moment. Mrs. Meyers spoke again, making the students shut their mouths, "so, first of all... who'd like to explain the cell theory?" Okay so I remembered the first two statements but couldn't recall the last one. Even if I knew the answer, I wasn't gonna raise my hand anyway.

Only a few hands shot up. Mrs. Meyers seemed to point in my direction. Wait... I didn't even raise my hand. Then she grinned, "Yes, Cameellia, dear you answer." I looked around, only to find the last person I wanted to see, standing up. So stuck up bitch has a name then. She fidgeted at first, "um.. it's pronounced as Caméllia." Mrs. Meyers smiled, "yes, sorry dear. Go on."

Then she cleared her throat to speak, "The cell theory given by Shlieden and Schwann, states that cells are the basic unit of life and that all the living organisms are composed of cells. This theory was later expanded by Rudolf Virchow. In his words- 'omnis cellulae-e-cellulae' which means that all cells arise from pre-existing cells." Mrs Meyers nodded, "correct. Impressive Camellia. I had expected that from you. Now would you please come up on here and give a quick explanation of mitosis through a diagram?"

Woah.... okay, so now she's a geek as well? I'll have to admit that I didn't see that coming. 'Camellia' grinned and nodded before leaving her seat to go over to the white board. Then Mrs Meyers handed her the marker and she began drawing the diagram. Once it was finished, she explained the whole thing with a voice, clearer than Mrs Meyers'. Then the teacher praised her and she again took her seat.

I had wanted to not look at her while she made her way back to her seat, but she caught my eyes when she crinkled her nose in disgust at me. And this time it was I who poked my tongue out at her. I didn't know preppy bitches were supposed to be smart.

It's your first fucking day dumbo. Don't start developing a crush over her already.

The hell you said?! If anything, I've surely developed hatred towards her. She walks with her head up in the clouds. How could you even think I have a crush on her?!

Gee... don't freak out. I was just kidding. But we'll see though.....
There's nothing to see though.

Yeah, keep telling yourself that.

Guess what? I AM telling MYSELF that right now.

The rest of the class was boring... throughout which Caméllia and I exchanged several glares and dirty looks. Honestly it was the only interesting thing though. Then there was this moment when I was trying real hard to concentrate on what the teacher was saying.... when out of the blue, a crumbled paper ball hit my head. I knew right away who it was. When I turned to look at her, she looked away feigning innocence. I narrowed my eyes at her, forcing her to look at me. She pretended to be confused.

I hissed, trying to be as quiet as possible, "what the hell is your problem, Cameellia?" I had noticed how she didn't like her name to be pronounced like that... and I did just that. She crinkled her nose, "my problem? What is your problem, GETARD?" Just then Mrs Meyers turned her gaze towards us, "is there a problem Caméllia and Gerard?" We both quietly shook our heads and looked down after which then she continued with her topic.

*after the first class*

She had stormed out of the class as soon as the bell rang, but intentionally stepping on my foot during the process. Bitch. Even though she didn't wear any heels, it still hurt. But then I noticed she had left another crumpled piece of paper on my desk. I opened it and it read "This will teach you to get out of my way next time" Bitch. I'm so gonna get you for that. You bump into me and then act like I was the one who got in your way?! You'll get it!

I grabbed my belonging, before leaving the class grumpily. The thing that I couldn't quite put a finger on was that.... all of a sudden, I had turned brave. I wasn't actually afraid to annoy her.... to tell her off. Well, I might not have admitted it but whatever Mr. Brain had said earlier was true.... about me not standing up for myself at Belleville High. I sure as hell was a coward. But maybe I've got this sudden confidence because for once, I wasn't judged.

I remember the first day of Belleville high. Even before I had introduced myself, people had started making fun of me. I really thought that it would all be the same here, in fact I thought it'd be even worse here... considering the fact that LA kids were definitely the feisty ones. I'm kinda finding it hard to believe that instead of calling me a freak right away, some of the kids gave me smiles. Think I'll have to change my perspective about doing this. I found myself in front of my locker, grabbing my stuff for the next class.

*Art Class*

Chemistry and Maths came and went like a whirlwind. Although maths really sickened me to death. One thing good about it though, that SHE wasn't in it. It was the only relief. I just hope she isn't in this one too. Fingers crossed. I entered the class with my art kit in hand. Yay! Two consecutive art periods. I was really looking forward to it.

It wasn't much crowded, so I just took a random seat in the front. Soon more kids entered the class and slowly the class started to fill up. Shortly the teacher entered the class with a bright smile on his face. Great! She's not in this class then!!! I feel like doing the Hula dance! Everybody greeted him and he greeted us back, "Good Morning students." Then he acknowledged me, "Oh so you're the new student... Gerard, right?" I just nodded with a small smile, to which he reciprocated with a friendly grin,"I'm Mr. Wentz. Pete Wentz. I'll be teaching you art. Hope you have a good time here at St. John's!" I smiled at him, showing off my pearly whites.

*the classroom door opens*

We all were caught off guard when the door swung open. There she was in all her being.... Caméllia. Why, god why? Now I have to struggle to not attempt strangling her. Why did you even get my hopes high? The colour which had drowned from my face after seeing her, returned when she gave a nervous smile and said, "Mr. Wentz, sorry I'm late. Can I come in?" Yes, now she was gonna be scolded in front of everyone.... such a golden moment.

Or you could say... at least it was supposed to be.... until Mr Wentz smiled at her, "it's totally fine Caméllia. I believe you might be having some serious reasons. You can come in." My mouth would've fallen to the floor but I resisted that urge with all my might. Wow... now she's practically every teacher's pet as well? It has to be multi personality disorder then! Once she stepped in, her eyes met with mine. I smirked while the colour from her face drowned. Mr Wentz spoke, "Here you can take this seat beside Gerard. He's a really friendly guy." Fuck.

Really now?! Her eyes which were still glaring at me, slightly widened. But before anyone else could notice the awkwardness between us, she turned to face Mr Wentz , giving him a short smile then making her way to the seat beside me. Once Mr Wentz faced the board to write something, I leaned in to whisper in her ears, "so, you followed me here as well?" She narrowed her eyes and sent me a death glare, which I found quite funny. Although she didn't of course.

Then her foot immediately made their way to my legs and kicked me right in the shin. I struggled to not let out a sound while my eyes seemed to fall out of their sockets. Before I could say anything, Mr Wentz turned around revealing the words that were now on the board "your innermost fear" He then began, "so this is your topic. Now I want every one of you to not think too deep for this. It can be anything right? But it depends on how you choose to portray it. Now you can start."

I knew right away what was gonna be my muse.... needles, of course. Hey its not even funny! Mr. Wentz said it could be anything right? So after pouring out dashes of silver, grey, black, white, dark blue, purple and red paints on the palette, I started off with the sketching first.

*end of the first art period*

Okay, so my sketching was almost done. I had created a landscape of a rainstorm actually. I had transformed the grass into a bed of needles and did the same with the leaves of trees and the bushes. So I finally picked up my paint brush and started of with pain the needle bed with grey paint. After that, I did the same to the leaves and bushes.

I painted the mountains and the tree trunks with purple. Then I thoroughly wet the brush before slightly dipping it into the dark blue paint. Then I ran the brush over the areas where the sky was supposed to be, with soft hands. It was supposed to be that way... with only a light tint of dark blue. So I was done with the easy part. And now came the slightly hard and interesting part.... addition of contour, shades and details, details, details until it was perfect.

After finishing off with the stormy night sky, the dark valleys and mountains and the shiny needles nimbly laying there, I still felt like something was missing. I aimlessly looked around the mess I had made around my desk. Then I spotted the untouched red paint lying idly on the palette. It was begging to be used. And I just had the perfect idea in my mind. I dipped my paint brush in the red paint for one last time... and in a matter of seconds. There was blood pouring out of the stormy sky in the form of rain.

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