The rest of the free study period proved to be fairly uneventful. Since the class rep didn't know anything else about the new student, that line of discussion dried up quickly and the discourse soon shifted to more mundane topics, such as classes, teachers, recent episodes of shows I knew nothing about, afterschool activities, and the occasional playful jab and joke thrown around for good asure. All things considered, it was a laidback and rather pleasant experience.
Not that it kept from making notes, even if only the ntal variety. I was mostly concerned with the group dynamic of these people.
First off, there was Josh. Sohow he rarely seed to be in the center of attention, yet he was always there to add a comnt to any topic in question and the two girls seed to pay him so heed whenever he opened his mouth. But then again, I suppose the last part was a given.
Angie, on the other hand, was the most active speaker in the group. She talked, joked, and teased nonstop, yet sohow she never really appeared to be trying to be in control. Even when it ca to Josh, where she threw more proverbial punches than she took, their interactions felt more like the joshing (no pun intended) between close siblings rather than one side domineering over the other. I suppose that is how a childhood friend relationship was supposed to look, huh?
As for the class rep, she mostly stayed silent and listened, only nodding and speaking short sentences when asked about sothing. The only ti she took the initiative was when we started to get too rowdy or when it looked like Angie was picking on Josh.
Overall I had to conclude that these guys were nice and it was fun hanging out with them even if doing so like this didn't really further my overall goals. It just felt strangely relaxing.
At last, the first period ended with the ringing of the chi and our impromptu group broke into its constituents. Well, technically Josh and I were still sitting by each other, but I was too busy copying his howork to bother with further socializing for the mont.
My next class was math by the way, which was also taught by our horoom teacher, Mrs. Applebottom. Now that I ntioned it, am I the only one who thinks her na sounds really, really British? Just ? Anyways, just a quick glance at the howork problems showed that either my math skills were really, really rusty, or that they started teaching rocket science in high school while I wasn't looking. The problem wasn't with the operations; I could do most of them in my head without a calculator, but I just didn't know the right formulae for anything... which, taken that I had amnesia, shouldn't have been all that surprising.
"Man, I beca dumb."
"'Beca'?" Josh grinned at my side, but I brushed him off with a roll of the eye and continued copying.
The lesson started only a few seconds after I finished and the teacher arrived almost the mont the bell rang. She was a slender young woman in a dark blue turtleneck sweater and she wore her light brown hair in a tidy bun on the back of her head. She stood in front of the blackboard and the class fell silent in an instant.
"Good morning, children." Her soprano voice was actually quite pleasant, but at the sa ti it also sounded a little off. "As you have probably already heard, our class received a new addition this morning. She is from the mainland, so please help her out if she doesn't know how to do sothing around here."
A particular word in that sentence hit like a sledgehamr. Mainland. I never had the ti to really wonder about this, but just where the hell was I anyway? Geographically, I an. I already knew that I was in a fairly big town; that much I could gather from the maps from the day before, but I had no idea where the town was in relation to, well, everything else. I decided to quickly scribble the question into my notebook and shelve it for the ti being in favor of more pressing concerns.
"Her na is Eleanor Dracis. Please give her a warm welco."
On the teacher's cue, the sliding door (still weird) opened wide to let in a blonde girl of average height but above average poise. To my, and presumably so others' disappointnt, she wasn't wearing a dress but the standard female uniform of the school comprised of a white shirt, a khaki jacket worn over a grey knitted vest, and a knee-length skirt of the sa color. Not that she needed a dress to stand out in the first place, mind you.
To put it bluntly, she was beautiful. Sure, Angie was cute and the class rep was also pretty, but she was just supermodel-tier, and not the starving, anorexic type either. That much was made obvious by how well she filled out her clothes on the front and back.
Then there was her sparkling blond hair adorned by a red tal hairband that I've nearly mistaken for a tiara at first glance. It was long (her hair, I an, not the hairband), and she wore it in twin-tails that seed to naturally curl into drills as they cascaded down behind her shoulders. Actually, I think that was called a 'ringlet', a hairstyle often denoting wealth and nobility. Huh. At this rate, I could safely update my hypothesis about the link between physical appearance and importance to an actual theory.
But back to the topic at hand: The girl strutted into the classroom with confident steps and stood by the teacher's desk for a mont before she did a small curtsy. After the stereotypical ooooh-aaaah-ing and sqeeing finally died down (I had to give it to them, the placeholders were nothing if not predictable) she slowly looked over the class.
Her eyes seed to pass over , completely unaware of just how nervous I was getting by the whole ordeal. It was at this mont that I was at the highest risk of sothing incredibly embarrassing happening. Thankfully nothing of the sort ca about, and instead she smiled and spoke up with a dignified voice.
"Please allow to introduce myself. I am Eleanor Dracis. It is my pleasure to et you." She curtsied again to another bout of applause and turned to the teacher. "Please take good care of ."
Mrs. Applebottom's lips gradually widened into a warm yet stiff smile and she told her, "Naturally. Please take a seat over there."
She pointed at the empty desk right in front of mine and I barely managed to stifle a groan in response. Yup, just as expected. Furthermore, she seed just as ambivalent about the idea of sitting next to as I was, but then she looked over at Joshua and her face suddenly softened. That stopped on my tracks again, but I had no ti to realize that look's implications at the mont.
She walked over to the desk and sat down without saying a single word and then the lesson began, robbing of any opportunity to ponder for forty-five minutes.
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