I pictured it.

My hands in the hands of a handsome young man about my age, tall, blonde hair, dazzling blue eyes and charming personality.

"Miss Anthony!"

I snapped from my thoughts and practically jumped in my seat as I looked up at the tall female teacher that had pulled me from my fantasy. Slim, tall, a permanent scowl chiseled into her elderly face. She was, like, at least sixty or so.

"Did you not hear my entire lesson just now?" She said through her perched wrinkled lips.

"Yes ma'am.." I muttered. My face burned knowing eyes were now on me.

"Then would you mind coming up front and explaining what I just taught?" the teacher pointed to the front of the room.

I slowly scooted back in my chair as the legs of the chair made a small noise across the smooth floor. I got to my feet and made my way to the front of the class, slowly turning.

To my relief, most of the kids were dozing off and couldn't care less about what was happening up front.

"I believe it was something about Alexander Hamilton and.. Uhm... And his weird gayness for his uh.. Friend?" I knew that had nothing to do with it.

I heard a giggle in the back of the glass and I leaned to look.
I saw a pretty young girl with bright eyes. She had covered her mouth to hide her smile from the teacher and the now onlooking students but I could tell she had a smile on her face from the small tilts in the corners of her eyes.
A few chuckles eddied around the classroom.

The teacher sighed. "Sit down, Isabelle." she rubbed her temples as I just curtsied and went to sit back in my seat.

The rest of the class is a blur, and when the bell rang I was one of the first ones out.

Next period was lunch.

After getting my tray and food, I went to the lunch table I always sit at
As usual, nobody sat there. Of course.

I sat down and pulled out the book I had smuggled to read while eating

"Uhm. Mind if I sit here?"

I lifted my head to look around. Who had spoken?

"Behind you.."

I swiveled my body to look behind me and saw the girl standing there, her dark hair covering a portion of her face.

"Could I sit with you?" she asked.

I nodded and scooted over to leave her room to sit.

She sat down. "What you said in class was pretty funny," she commented after a while. "I'm Anastasia" she flashed a pretty smile.

"Isabelle," I replied, closing my book to set it next to my tray. "You new to Hamlin?"

Anastasia nodded. "I am. It's so BIG!" she laughed.

I chuckled, nodding. "That was my first thought," I said "My old school wasn't this big. Maybe two-hundred kids in middle school tops"

"Tell me about it! I've been here for about a week and I dont know anyone yet!"

This conversation went on for a while. Anastasia was a little younger than me, by three months but we were both thirteen. She was from Mississippi, which was a state next to my old hometown.

Anastasia was a pleasant girl, very sweet and giggly. She was a potential friend.

The bell rang and we both got rid of our trays and headed to our next classes. We had the next class together as well!
Maybe today wasn't going to be a total bore after all..