The Girl in the Hoodie

2

[Chapter Two]

As we walk into our first class, which happens to be English, Megan is disappointed to see that Noah, Max and Dylan are not in the room.

We take our normal seats in back, left corner.

Megan pulls out her book and a pen, ready to take notes while I just sit there.

Why?

I already learnt all this.

Back in New Zealand, we start primary when we're five and high school when we're 12-13. Heaven and I were NCEA level three when we were supposed to be NCEA level one, so it's safe to say I'm way ahead. I mean, my sister was a genius, I had to keep up with her.

And the hood? You're not allowed to wear your hoods up in class, but I do anyway. The teachers gave up trying to get me to pull it down a few months after I started school here.

But no one but Megan knows that I'm actually smart. The teachers eventually got sick of telling me to pay attention in class, so they gave up.

I'm surprised as a different teacher walks into the room. She is short and stubby with grey hair, which is tied back in a tight bun and she has those big, thick framed glasses. Her skin is slightly wrinkly, she looks like she was in her late forties, early fifties and she has a wart on the side of her face.

Holy shit, that wart. It's huge! (That's what she said, hehe)

The wart looks just like the one Lewbert had.

If you've ever seen iCarly, you'll know what I'm talking about.

Megan and I share a look and shudder. No doubt about the same thing.

The wart.

"Okay, class," she begins. "I'm Ms Field and I'm your new English teacher. Your last teacher quit after an inappropriate prank which he was the victim of." The whole class snickers, thinking about the amateur prank Jenny had pulled the other day. "Quiet! I am going to make sure you kids don't do anything like that ever again. And if you do, I won't hesitate to punish you."

Just then, three extremely hot guys decide to waltz into the room.

"Hey, teacher we don't know." Max greets with a smirk while Noah and Dylan stay quiet, Noah not showing any emotion and Dylan with an eyebrow raised.

"You're late. Detention after school!" Ms Field says without hesitation.

Max's smirk is wiped off and replaced with a look of annoyance. "Aren't you supposed to give us a warning for being late, then give us detention?"

"Oh, right. Don't be late again. Detention!" She smirks. Little does she know, she actually looks like a constipated walrus. "Take your seats!"

They all roll their eyes before moving to seat in the last three empty seats left.

Which happened to be right in front of Megan and I.

I chuckled at Megan's excited face.

Suddenly, a hand is slammed on my desk, making me look up at the angry new teacher. "No hoods on in class. Take it off." I shake my head. "Take it off."