"Clementine are you alright?" Mrs. Sivvy asked as she sat down by her desk, about to continue discussing the syllabus when she noticed Clementine still standing
Actually, everyone noticed she was still standing, wide-eyed glaring ferociously at Henry.
How in the world did he get here before me? What are the odds of this happening? WELL APPARENTLY NOT MUCH *uncomfortable chuckle*
"Mrs. "Chang" please sit down", said Mrs. Sivvy losing her patience
Clementine aggravated, graciously corrected her, "It's Qiang," she said not even bothering to glance at the teacher, and walked down the aisle to sit in the squeaky chair that was pushed into the dark beige desk that was as clean as a new car.
The class watched and acted as an audience in a jeopardy show: silent but anxious.
Mrs. Sivvy looks a little embarrassed by her use of misdirected confidence tries to save herself, "Oh, I'm sorry Clementine, I'm bad at pronouncing names in general, I'll remember it next time" she proclaims with an emotionless face
Clem looks back, arms relaxed, and smirks as she replies with a demure-like nature, "It's alright Mrs. Sivvy, it's my fault I wasn't here during attendance to correct you" she says as she looks like she's about to cry, with her hands fidgeting and her eyes watering.
Her being surprised at the quick reaction, "It's really okay- now where was I... oh, yes right, the syllabus" trying to move on as quick as possible
Since this was a private school, every one of these students was rich in a way. However, when Clementine had to move because of an incident with her father at her last school, her mother (the boss of a wealthy company) paid a hefty sum and a large donation to get Clementine into the school and to keep things quiet. Though she was already very clever, at times like being able to move to Pennsylvania out of all the states. I think you can guess who put that idea into her mother's head. Overall, these students could sue the school and fire anyone if they wanted to, especially Clementine.
*bell rings*
Clementine steps out of the suffocating classroom into the busy hallways.
*Sighs* I wish this day would by faster she thought, while finding her locker by the third large windowsill on the fourth floor.
She attempted to open her locker but with no avail. So she could only resort to the only thing she was good at.
*Fsoosh* her hair falls as she took out the straight bobby pin. She then proceeds to "break-in" her own locker.
Clem hears a click; the lock unhinges itself right into her hands. Too easy, she thought as she rolled her eyes and smiled.
*bell rings* (second period has started)
However that smile didn't last long.
Clementine shuts her locker and darts toward the stairs to get to the fifth floor. But while running she immediately realizes that there was no one in the hallways, and that meant she drastically miscalculated on how long she'd been at her locker.
AH, *BEEP* THIS *BEEP* IS A *BEEPPPP* (censored) She continuously raged as she ran.
On the fourth floor, someone still lingered.
*shuts locker*
"How cute" said by a man smiling. Moreover his platinum silver hair as a wolf-cut and his werewolf shaped eyes in a shade of emerald green was distinctive.
Ouch, I still can't believe she punched me, I don't think I did anything, did I? Damon coming out of the mens restroom touching the bridge of his nose.
The next time I see her, I will definitely try get her attention. *the memory of her kind-hearted smile appears*
He blushes and tries to cover his face. This feels like a manga, and if it is I know there will be another guy who will like her as well. Damon stops walking and clenches his fist in hope of determination to keep going.
A teacher walks out of a classroom, "Young man where is your hall pass?"
"Ummmm....I don't have one?" He says questionably, regretting his decision to go down the main hall
"Then where are you going?" the middle-aged woman asked with her arms crossed.
"I'm going to the front office to pick up my schedule" he replied with as much effort as he had left, with a not very comforting chuckle.
"Well... okay then get on with it" the teacher said, satisfied with his answer.
He walked away with bits of sweat from confrontation. I don't think I'll get used to in-person school.
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The Dreamer and The Realist
RomanceClementine is a natural realist that gave up on surreal expectations while trying to protect her family from their father. The only love she holds onto is with her childhood friend and no one else. However will that change when she meet Damon, despi...
