My name is Blake Morgan
1263 Words
Reaching her classroom, 12 Blue, Blake entered it and went to sit down on one of the empty desks by the window, as the few students that were inside talking to each other and discussing, immediately went quiet upon seeing her, wondering who she was.
“Who is that?” one girl asked her friend.
“Must be a new girl,” her friend answered.
“I like her dress.”
“I like her boots.”
Blake was sitting quiet to herself looking out the window when just then, a girl walked up to her.
"Excuse me?" she said and Blake looked at her. Her name was Fern and she was a tall and slender redhead.
"Yeah," Blake responded, hoping it wasn’t trouble because she literally just got there.
"You're in my seat."
"Oh uh sorry I'm new and Mr. Martin said I could sit anywhere."
"Well you can't sit here because this is my seat so I’m going to need you to move," Fern said.
"Oh um yeah sure," Blake said and stood up, grabbing her bag.
"Thank you," Fern said and sat down on her desk as Blake stood looking around for somewhere else to sit. There were a lot of other empty seats but she was having a hard time choosing which one to sit on because she didn’t want to sit in somebody else’s seat and be told again to get up. It was going to bring added attention to her and she didn’t want that. "Over there."
"Sorry?"
"You can take that desk over there, it’s empty,” she said pointing to the back.
"Uh a corner desk, perfect, thank you."
"No problem.”
Blake walked to the back of the classroom and after hanging her bag on the chair, she sat down and continued looking out the window at the students that were walking about outside, feeling like an outcast as all new students did. It was never easy starting afresh, especially in grade 12 because everyone had already made their friends and most of them had no intention of making new ones, and so though Blake made a promise to her mother that she was going to try and make some friends, she had 0% confidence it was going to happen.
Minutes later, the bell rang and everyone took their seats as the students that were outside in the hallway walked in and took their seats too; talking to each other as Blake just sat there looking around, thinking to herself how her experience at Stonewood High could either be the best of her life or the worst.
The bell rang at exactly 08:00 hours and at 08:05, their teacher Mr. Martin walked into the classroom. He was a forty-something year old slightly chubby man with brown eyes and dark hair; loved by all the students not only because he had a kind heart and was very understanding, but because he was an excellent teacher. His methodology included the use of simplified explanations and practical examples, and as a way to check and see if his students were with him, and also to keep them on their toes, he asked them questions out of the blue; not just on the lesson they were having, but on what they had covered so far.
He greeted the class and after they greeted him back, he put his leather bag on the teacher’s table and looked around for Blake, and when he spotted her, he smiled.
“Oh gosh,” she said to herself. She knew what was about to happen and her stomach immediately began to churn at the thought of it.
"O.k. so before we get into the lesson, we have a new student with us that I would like to acknowledge,” Mr. Martin said. “If you'd please," he then said gesturing to her to stand up and she stood up, quietly groaning to herself; she hated being the center of attention. Worse off when the whole class turned and looked at her, with their eyes fixed on her like she was a circus animal about to do a trick. “Welcome to Stonewood High School.”
“Thank you.”
"Would you like to introduce yourself to the class?"
“Do I have to?" Blake asked and the class chuckled.
"Yes you do."
"O.k. um, my name is Blake Morgan,” she said and sat back down.
"Nope stand back up you have to give us more."
“Oh come on.”
“Let’s go,” Mr. Martin said and the class chuckled as Blake quietly groaned to herself and stood back up.
"More like what?"
"Like where you're moving here from?"
"Springs," Blake answered.
"How old are you?" Amanda asked. She was an adorable brunette with a long bob.
"Sixteen."
"You're cute," Jackson said checking her out. He was a slender and dark haired seventeen year old boy who looked and dressed like he was the lead singer of a soft rock band.
"Thanks."
"What's your favourite subject?" Fern asked.
"Biology."
“Yes, good choice," Mr. Martin said and the class laughed; that was the subject he taught.
"What's your favourite colour?" John asked.
"Black,” Blake answered.
“Dark,” Fern said.
“Thank you,” she responded and the class chuckled.
"What was your last GPA?" Masha asked, sizing her out to see if she was someone she needed to keep a close eye on or not. She had green eyes and long blonde hair, and always dressed like she was at a prep school.
"4.7."
“Ooh,” the class went as Mr. Martin threw his head slightly back and gave an impressed look. He knew she was smart because Stonewood only accepted students of a certain academic level but he wasn’t expecting her GPA to be that high.
"Damn, that's almost as good as Masha's," Amanda said.
"Almost," Masha bumptiously said and looked Blake up and down, and back up again, sizing her out some more. She was the smartest student in class and she didn’t like to be challenged. She had been getting the best grades in their class since grade 8 and her goal was to keep that going until they graduated. "Mine was 4.8."
"Good for you," Blake said.
"Thank you."
"Do you have a boyfriend?" Jackson asked.
"Objection your honour, question is out of order," Mr. Martin said and the class laughed.
“Do you have any brothers and sisters?” Grace asked.
“No, I’m an only child.”
“Hey me too, I guess that makes us soul mates.”
"Watch it Mr. Harper or I’ll hold you in contempt," Mr. Martin said and the class laughed.
"I love your dress," Jane said.
"Thanks."
"I love your boots," Hannah said. They were the two girls that complimented her hair and her boots when she just walked in.
"Thank you."
"I love you," Jackson said.
"Alright that's it, I hold you in contempt and sentence you to three hours in detention," Mr. Martin said.
"Oh come on," he said and the class laughed.
"Alright, thank you so much Blake you can take your seat," he said and Blake sat down. "O.k. let's get into it shall we? New term, new topics. Topic number one, cells."
They got their books out and began the lesson as Blake faintly smiled to herself; Mr. Martin seemed really nice and the students seemed really cool, maybe just maybe life at Stonewood High School wasn’t going to be as lame as she thought it was going to be.
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