"I heard that the new girl is actually an old student here. Some girl called Celeste?"a blonde haired girl said.
" That Celeste? Wow, I thought her dad died and she had to move away with her mother. Can't believe she's back here. "Another, a brunette said.
" Alright, settle down everyone. "A middle aged man, Mr Austin, holding a maths book said and sighed as everyone settled in their seats.
" I'm sure you have heard that a new student is joining us today. Come in Ms Graham. "
Everyone stared at door and in walked Celeste with her school bag. Like all typical students, she wore her navy blue uniform but something caught everyone's eye. She was wearing a mock neck. One that covered almost her whole neck.
"Hello, my name is Celeste Graham. I am sure I studied with some of you in Primary. And for those who I don't know, happy to make your acquaintance. " Celeste said and scanned the class' reaction.
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"Alright! She has joined later during your last year, mid year to be exact but that just means you have to be kind and help her out. You can sit in one of those two seats by the window, " The teacher said, "Clearly that Mr Smith is late. " He sighed.
As expected, they are curious, shock from a few, others are unimpressed and the rest are just irritated. 'Celeste thought and clenched her jaw.
Walking down the podium , she observed the two seats and noticed the one directly by the window had a little gift box in the book box.
Just as Mr Austin was reading out the register, a teenager entered the class. "Get out. " Mr Austin said. The teenager who clearly had bed hair sighed and turned getting out.
"The rest of you, go through your notes. Hand in your assignments and then prepare for the pop quiz. He left right after saying that and everyone groaned.
Meanwhile, Celeste took out her sketch book.
" Why was she put in this class if she's just going to do art? Some of us worked hard to get here. " A girl who say a little away from her said.
"You don't know her right? She is a second generation rich kid. " The blonde girl said.
Just then, a book was thrown onto the other desk.
"Hey, are you Celeste?" The teenager from before said and leaned forward so that he was eye level with Celeste.
"And you must be Mr Smith ? " She said calmly pulling her sketch book off the desktop but the teenager held it down with his big palm.
"That's a cold way to greet a friend. Don't you think so ginger ? "
Celeste looked up at him and her greyish eyes slightly dilated. "I'll go change classes. " She said taking her sketch book and starting to pack up her materials.
"Can't you at least say hi to an old friend, hmmm?" He held her shoulder and she bowed her head letting her hair cover her face.
"Nichola Smith, let go. "
"I'll take that as a hello. " He said and slid behind her taking up his seat and laying down to sleep.
"We have a pop quiz coming up. Aren't you going to study? " Celeste asked.
"And you are just drawing. Should you not be studying? " He asked and turning to face her.
Soft hetero chrome blue and grey eyes, dark hair, a small mole by his eye and a perfect smile.
"Can't you act like you don't know me? " Celeste abruptly said.
"And why should I do that? I did follow you around a lot as kids. "
"Because that's what is normal. " She said and looked away from him.
'I'll have to change classes. 'Celeste thought as she took out her sketch book again.
"Who the hell is that bitch to talk to Nic like that? " A blonde girl seated in the opposite column asked through gritted teeth as she crumpled her notebook page.