The Boy With The Blue Eyes
School 2
Angel and Andy walked inside the large, dreary building which was their school. The walls were painted a dull grey with notice boards and students' work on the walls to try and 'brighten the place up a bit'. It didn't work. There were thirteen subject corridors, and a sixth form corridor. Pupils dressed similarly to them lurked around in groups or sat at tables, waiting for school to officially start for the day.
"So, uh, which form are you in?" Angel asked Andy.
"Um... 10D I think it was," Andy replied.
"Same as me and Sam," Angel said, smiling, "but our form tutor's a bit... Strange."
"Oh, okay" Andy looked at Angel again and smiled. She felt herself blushing, she wasn't sure why, but she did know that she loved his smile. She'd only known Andy for a day, surely she couldn't be falling for him? Thankfully the bell signaling(sp?) for school to start rung, and everyone started making their way to their form rooms. Andy looked nervously at Angel.
"Oh yeah, our form is in Art, which is right at the top. I know, it's a pain to have to walk up 2 sets of stairs first thing in the morning" Angel said, laughing. Once they'd reached the art corridor, Angel turned and saw a glimpse of black hair as someone walked through the door of their classroom.
"Samantha Robins, get back here, now!" Angel shouted, mimicking her form tutor. Sam reversed out of the classroom, looking confused and worried. When she saw it was Angel she laughed hysterically,
"Your impression of Mr. Collins gets better everyday, you actually had me worried there," she giggled, giving Angel a hug. "Oh, who's this?" She asked, gesturing towards Andy, who was standing a little behind Angel.
"Oh, hi, I'm A-" Andy started.
"Samantha Robins, I saw you walk in here, now come back, don't think you can sneak off out of form!" Mr. Collins roared, and standing with his arms folded at the doorway of AR1, was a rather short, fat, balding man, who looked to be in his late fourties, but possibly older, wearing mustard coloured trousers and a pink and blue checked shirt.
"Woopsie, Sam giggled, "come on, let's go in, you can tell me your name when that old fart's taking the register." Sam, Angel and Andy walked into the classroom, to see 26 pairs of eyes staring at them. Some of the students laughing, others looking on in disapproval. Andy went red and whispered to Angel,
"Oh God, do we have to go in?" Angel turned to look at him, and said,
"Unfortunately, yes. But don't worry, you'll get used to it; you know I was the new kid here too once." Angel gave a weak smile and Andy nodded. They went and took their seats at the back of the class, trying to avoid eye contact with everyone else. Andy could hear everyone whispering,
"Who's he?"
"Why is he here?"
"What's he doing in our class?", and started to turn redder. Angel noticed and turned to smile at him, "Don't worry," she said, "ignore them." Sam popped her head around Angel and asked,
"So what is your name?"
"So, uh, which form are you in?" Angel asked Andy.
"Um... 10D I think it was," Andy replied.
"Same as me and Sam," Angel said, smiling, "but our form tutor's a bit... Strange."
"Oh, okay" Andy looked at Angel again and smiled. She felt herself blushing, she wasn't sure why, but she did know that she loved his smile. She'd only known Andy for a day, surely she couldn't be falling for him? Thankfully the bell signaling(sp?) for school to start rung, and everyone started making their way to their form rooms. Andy looked nervously at Angel.
"Oh yeah, our form is in Art, which is right at the top. I know, it's a pain to have to walk up 2 sets of stairs first thing in the morning" Angel said, laughing. Once they'd reached the art corridor, Angel turned and saw a glimpse of black hair as someone walked through the door of their classroom.
"Samantha Robins, get back here, now!" Angel shouted, mimicking her form tutor. Sam reversed out of the classroom, looking confused and worried. When she saw it was Angel she laughed hysterically,
"Your impression of Mr. Collins gets better everyday, you actually had me worried there," she giggled, giving Angel a hug. "Oh, who's this?" She asked, gesturing towards Andy, who was standing a little behind Angel.
"Oh, hi, I'm A-" Andy started.
"Samantha Robins, I saw you walk in here, now come back, don't think you can sneak off out of form!" Mr. Collins roared, and standing with his arms folded at the doorway of AR1, was a rather short, fat, balding man, who looked to be in his late fourties, but possibly older, wearing mustard coloured trousers and a pink and blue checked shirt.
"Woopsie, Sam giggled, "come on, let's go in, you can tell me your name when that old fart's taking the register." Sam, Angel and Andy walked into the classroom, to see 26 pairs of eyes staring at them. Some of the students laughing, others looking on in disapproval. Andy went red and whispered to Angel,
"Oh God, do we have to go in?" Angel turned to look at him, and said,
"Unfortunately, yes. But don't worry, you'll get used to it; you know I was the new kid here too once." Angel gave a weak smile and Andy nodded. They went and took their seats at the back of the class, trying to avoid eye contact with everyone else. Andy could hear everyone whispering,
"Who's he?"
"Why is he here?"
"What's he doing in our class?", and started to turn redder. Angel noticed and turned to smile at him, "Don't worry," she said, "ignore them." Sam popped her head around Angel and asked,
"So what is your name?"
Notes
Sorry I didn't write yesterday, my parents took me out and I was really tired when we got home >.< but I've written three chapters, so hopefully that makes up for it? (:~please comment?
~and if you have any ideas feel free to suggest them ^.^
9/8/13