It was a cold winter morning. The sky was covered with gray clouds and it was snowing. The school bell rang at the second lesson. I sat in my seat by the window. I always sat by the window so I had a good view of the outside. “Hey, Lyndsay!” Somebody tapped me from the side. It was my best friend Romy. "What's going on?" She asked. She spoke very softly, because the teacher we had wasn't exactly relaxed and the best thing was that he also had us on the table. "Nothing," I replied curtly and looked at my girlfriend questioningly. "You are so quiet," she persisted. I turned away, looked out the window for a moment, then turned back to her. "I have such a strange feeling," I confessed. When Romy looked at me with an equally questioning look, I continued: "I don't know either. I think something will change in the near future." The brown-haired woman still looked at me questioningly, but before she could say anything another voice rang out: "Romy and Lyndsay! May I serve you some cake with your coffee gossip?" the teacher asked ironically. "But I would. That would be very kind of you and if you want you can even sit down", Romy replied cheekily. Then we were both allowed to go outside for 10 minutes. "Great! Did that have to be?" I grumbled. In response to this question, Romy made a playfully surprised face: "I don't know what you mean? I only answered his question." I gave her a light push: "You really can't help anymore." Then both of them giggled . By the time we were allowed to go back to class, more than 10 minutes had passed and the lesson was almost up. The teacher only had one address: "In the third lesson you will get to know your new classmate." "That's right. I totally forgot. We're getting a new one," Romy muttered to me, but fell silent again immediately when she felt the threatening gaze of the teacher on her. He then continued: "He comes from a little further away and has now moved here. That's why he comes to us in the middle of the semester. I want you to be nice to him." In the last sentence he looked particularly at me and Romy and I thought I heard a certain undertone in his voice. "I now wish you a nice break." He finished his speech and then the doorbell rang.
The doorbell rang again and the third lesson began. The teacher was very punctual and everyone was waiting eagerly for the new guy. Five minutes passed. Ten minutes. Finally, a whole quarter of an hour passed and the teacher had started math class a long time ago because the new one had not yet appeared. I looked out the window again. The snowflakes flew against the windowpane and melted. I wasn't listening at all and just watched the snowflakes that were slowly growing in number.Suddenly there was a knock on the door and I was ripped out of my trance. "Come in!" Said the teacher. The door opened and a boy came into class. He had black hair and black eyes as well. In general, he was dressed completely in black. I found that he looked quite dangerous at first because he had a cold look. But there was something about him that fascinated me. Then I discovered a second boy behind him. He had short brown hair and dark brown eyes. He was dressed fairly normal and had a cheeky grin on his face. "Sorry!", He said and came out from behind the other boy. "We are a little late. I hope that is not so bad," he continued and put his hands in his pocket. "Um ...", the teacher was a little puzzled, "Which of you is the new one?" "We're both new," answered the brown-haired boy. "But in my files it says that we should only get one new student," said the teacher and rummaged in his pocket for the papers. "There must have been a mistake. We were told that we both belong in this class here. That's 10c, isn't it?" The boy reassured himself. "Yes, this is class 10c and here," he came running towards the two boys with the papers, "it says that only a certain Washiza comes into our class." He looked at the two boys questioningly. "That's me," replied the black-haired boy and took a step forward, "but maybe you should read the back of the page too. It says something about a certain Fabian." Boy and put on his cheeky grin again. When the teacher turned the paper over, he looked rather perplexed and then continued: "Oh, um ... there was probably a little misunderstanding. So you are both with us in the class." Then he turned to the rest of the class . “Well, these are your new classmates.” He pointed to the black-haired boy. “This is Washiza”, now he pointed to the other boy, “and this is Fabian.” Again he turned to the two boys and said: “In the penultimate row there are still two places available. Said and done. Now the two sat right in front of Romy and me. "So," said the teacher and sat down at his desk again, "tell me something about yourself!" He asked the newcomers. "Hm ...", Fabian started and started to stumble, "There's not much to tell." "How old are you? And where do you live? Where are you from?" "Hm ...", Fabi said again and sat down right again, "Well, I'm 16 years old and I live ...", he thought hard, "here in this city", he finished his sentence. One of the teacher's eyebrows twitched slightly and you could tell that he already didn't like Fabian. I was sorry because I knew exactly what it was like when this teacher didn't like you.Fabian will have a hard time ahead of him, I thought.




hey, leutiz !!! :-)
I hope you enjoyed this Kapi ...
I know it's a bit boring, but it doesn't stay that way all the time so please, please read on ...
and if you still have a bit of time, maybe you can write a comment every now and then ... please ...
p.s. sorry, if that is not written quite so well, this is my first fanfic
love greetings sandpit ;-)