Tamara: No. It's the basketball team players again.
Me: The basketball players???
Tamara: Yeah. And you see the one in the middle? The cute guy with brown hair?
Me: Yeah, what about him?
Tamara: He's the captain. Jace Bryan Ramos. He's cute but unfortunately, he's anti-girl.
Me: Anti-girl? Really?
Tamara: Yeah. And it's because of…
And damn, the bell rings.
Riiiing! Riiiing! Riiiing!
Tamara: We gotta go!
Me: Okay. Let's go.
So we head to class. And it's so pretty. The chairs, the teacher's desk and everything. It's just incredible.
I take a seat right next to Tamara, my new friend.
A moment later, a medium-height man with glasses walks in.
Him: Good morning everyone, I'm Mr. Ruiz, your math teacher. You probably know me already. Anyway, I'll be the one teaching you math this year.
Students: Good morning, Mr. Ruiz.
Me? I just look around. I don't even know what to do, so I'll just copy whatever they're doing.
Mr. Ruiz: So before we begin, I want to introduce a student who just transferred to MIHS. Miss Corazon, please come up.
I get up, smiling brightly, and walk toward the teacher.
Mr. Ruiz: Alright Miss Corazon, please introduce yourself to your classmates.
I nod to say "okay."
I step in front of the class.
Me: Uh… My name is Aaliyah Hiyas Corazon, but you can call me Hiyas and this name mea—
Didn't even get the chance to finish before some girl interrupts:
Her: Yeah, we all know that already, no need to waste our time with that, Miss "Treasure." And besides, it's lame.
This girl thinks she's Beyoncé or what? She really doesn't know me.
Mr. Ruiz (to the girl): That's enough, Miss Lawrence. Let your classmate finish, please.
Mr. Ruiz, no need to tell her, I'll take care of this myself.
Me: Maybe you think this "Treasure" name is lame, but it proves I'm someone special, unlike you who looks like a squid.
Her: Huh? Are you talking about me?
I walk closer to her.
Me: Plus, you have terrible taste in clothes, and you're the one making fun of my name?
Her: Hey, you can't just—
Mr. Ruiz: Hey, young ladies, that's enough! This is a classroom, not a comedy club!
I go back to the front and say:
Me: Sorry, sir. To finish, I'd just like to say I'm happy to be at MIHS, and I hope we can all be good friends. Thank you.
Mr. Ruiz: Okay. Now we can begin the lesson.
Then I go back to sit down.
That girl and a few others (probably her friends) glare at me. I don't care. I'm here to have fun, so I won't let some spoiled brat intimidate me.
Tamara: I like you. You're not the type to get intimidated. That's good.
Me: Mmmh.
Mr. Ruiz starts the lesson, and let me tell you, it's no different from what I used to do at home. Because I still don't get it. Math is so hard for me. Huhuhu.
Two hours later, class ends.
Tamara: So, shall we go eat lunch?
Me: Oh yes. I've been dying to try the cafeteria.
Tamara: What do you mean? Haven't you ever done that before?
Me: Uh… yeah yeah, but I just really love food so…
Tamara: Ah… I see. Well then let's hurry.
Me: Alright.
I can't exactly tell her I've never actually gone to school, that I was homeschooled. If I say that, she'll ask questions like: "why? Do you have problems?"
That's what I want to avoid, otherwise she might find out I'm sick and then she'll pity me, and that would be weird. She'd treat me like my parents do, and I refuse that!!!
So we head to the cafeteria.
Once there, we take our seats. And I gotta say, the atmosphere is kind of unique.
I start watching people.
Tamara: Don't mind it. It's always like that here. Everyone sticks with their group.
Me: Ah…
Tamara: See, here there are lots of groups. The girls only into fashion (and there's that girl who tried to intimidate you), the cheerleaders, the musicians, the flirts, the basketball players, the fangirls, the nerds, etc.
Me: Wow, so many groups.
Tamara: Yeah.
Me: And which one is yours?
Tamara: It's the Tami and Hiyas group.
I smile. She's really sweet.
At that exact moment, a girl walks over to the basketball players with a basket of food in her hands. Straight to Bryan, specifically.
Her: Uh… Jace, I brought you...
Didn't even finish before he throws the basket down, steps on it, and walks away with his friends.
But damn… is this guy really anti-girl?
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