| I can feel their eyes staring through the back of my head as I walk into the room. My stomach immediately starts churning, and I can feel my face burning, I hope they can't notice. I take a deep breath, gather my courage and try to walk steadily towards my desk, I can feel my legs tremble as I walk, and I just know that everyone's thinking something nasty, or laughing at me. I put my backpack down beside my desk, and open a book and pretend to read it. "Ok," I think to myself "you can handle this, I mean you are 16!" I put down the book and gaze out the window, it's a sunny day and the wind is blowing through the trees; it's days like this that keep me going. It's a shame I couldn't be outside, instead of sitting here waiting and dreading what's to come. I sigh softly enough so that no one else will notice, the last thing I need are 30 pairs of eyes staring at me. I look up and my heart falls; a pretty girl with flowing blond hair in a little pink dress just walked through the door. I put my head down and try to avoid eye contact hoping that by some chance I might be invisible to her. She prances in, flashing the odd smile at some cute boy, and sits down in a desk across the room. She sits there long enough to pull out a mirror and check her make-up and then gets up, walks across the room and stares down at me with a fiery glance. I pick up my book again and try my best to ignore her, but it doesn't do any good. "Charlotte," she bites into my name shredding it of any beauty it might have had, "where's the work you did for me?" she said. I put down my book and stare at her blankly as if expecting some amazing statement to fly out of my mouth, it doesn't. "You were supposed to leave it in my desk, how many times do I have to tell you before you get it right?" she said. I could see her foot tapping out of the bottom of my eye, my heart began to race, although I realized she had no right to act the way she was acting. "Hey dweeb," her voice snapped me back to reality. "I said where's the work you did? Don't waste my time, I could squish you like a bug!" "I didn't do it," I mumbled. "What did you say?" "I said I didn't do it." |
| Charlotte: BY HANNA MATHIESON |