With my arms crossed from boredom on the table in front of me and my head on it, I was already trying desperately to cope with the heat.
It was midsummer and although it was not yet nine o'clock, we students were already brooding.
Our headmaster, a real tyrant, had been of the firm opinion that we "smart" students (yes, our school was said to have a lot of intelligence beasts, which, strangely, I didn't know anything about) didn't need a heat-free.
But then the law was something of a sniff to him!
Whatever.
We didn't respond when our teacher walked in and said good morning to us.
However, I was startled when an almost uncomfortable cold spread across the room.
My eyes fell on a boy. He had strangely mixed blonde hair and two lip piercings that immediately caught the eye.
It seemed to me that everyone was moving their tables a little closer to the desk.
Maybe it was because the guy looked so mysterious, but maybe it was just because he exuded such an inhuman coldness.
I preferred to keep a neat distance from him and was already lifting my school bag into the seat next to me with resignation when Miss Martens looked thoughtfully across the room.
Please not to me! Please not to me! Please do not!
In fact, it didn't turn out the way it did in one of those clichéd romance novels that you've heard so much about at the moment.
He was pushed back to Jonathan. "Johnny" wasn't a pleasant person either, unless you were a stoner.
Jonathan was something like the school dealer. Had a joint for anyone with enough money.
I never liked him. So it annoyed me all the more that the lanky boy in his worn jogging pants and with his unkempt hair, not too seldom stuck to my ass.
When our teacher finally started class, her gaze naturally fell on the newcomer first.
>> Then tell the class a little bit about yourself. Your name, where you come from, and so on. <<
I also turned my gaze to him now. He seemed quite nervous about the question.
He licked his lips, revealing a tongue piercing.
Actually, it wasn't my style to pester new classmates with my eyes, but his hesitation almost piqued my curiosity.
"Riley ..." he then replied. >> I ... come from Seattle <<, he then added, a little too hesitantly for my taste, but it didn't interest me that much, nor was it any of my business.
I turned back to the front and looked at the blank slate.
>> Oh .. don't you have a little more to say about yourself, Riley? Miss Martens asked, puzzled, but then shrugged and went back to the desk.
She, too, had inevitably moved a little closer to Riley, as the cold that surrounded him might still be pleasant from a certain distance.>> So! Which of you did the homework? Would you like to write their suggested solution to Exercise 3c on the board? <<, she asked cheerfully and tried somehow to get us to work.
>> Ruby? How about you <<, she said happily, didn’t wait for an answer and pressed the stump of chalk into my hand.
I hated writing on the blackboard because if there was one thing I couldn't, it was to be written legibly on the blackboard.
Most of the teachers knew that and so they embarrassedly avoided bringing me up to the front, since otherwise it always resulted in a colorful guesswork.
Except for Miss Martens. She just didn't want to understand that.
Sullenly, I tried to make something readable on the board and I was actually quite satisfied with myself when I finally made it after five minutes of endless wiping away.
I could already hear the annoyed moans of my classmates and stalked back to my seat unobtrusively.
>> Um ... yes ... eh ... Thanks, Ruby .. As far as I can tell .. the answer is probably correct! <<
I just nodded approvingly and stared again at the table in front of me.


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