Introduction
"So this is Mrs.Grey's classroom, your homeroom, according to your schedule" she chortled "this is my stop, but, if you want, after class, I could you know, 'escort you' for like.....the rest of the day?"
This poor, poor, awkward, little ugly duckling had made the mistake of trying to flirt with me before eleven pm, a big mistake. Claudia's freckled cheeks turned up in a cheeky grin, her watered down blue eyes framed by thick (surprisingly real) glasses.Â
"Thank you, but no thank you."
And then she was gone, scampering down the hallways, dragging away all of my disgruntled thoughts with her. It wasn't that I didn't enjoy Claudia's company, per say, which I didn't, but there were plenty of things I could be doing right now, and instead, I was forced into this child labor invested factory to 'future my career.'
I could be home, I could be working on software, but instead, I'm back in rinky dink small towns littered with 'Claudia's.'
"You must be the new student, what was it.....hmm, oh, yes, Troye Eve ur rhet?"Â
As I found myself turning the door handle turned and I looked up to find myself face to face with a thick woman, her carrot tinged hair rolled up into a bun, and chin moving with each sentence she uttered in a thick accent that I couldn't place. I simply nodded, my migraine growing with every second that she spoke.Â
"Please go take a seat neext to Deeh Yune."
My too heavy head lifted to see a slightly familiar girl with thick red lip stick and pale blonde hair. The brightness of her personality and all around essence was a pain, but no worse then Mrs.Grey's chin, or Claudia's cheeks, in fact, they made this 'Deeh Yune' girl look like Shakira, or something.
