"Umm," I anounce myself politely, "would it be possible for you to move? Because, umm, I kind of like sitting there."

So I'm a little shy, as I've said before.

He looks up at me with a smirk on his face.

"oh, great! A cocky boy who smirks a lot. The kind of boy all the gorls in books end up with. Wonderful!" Note the sarcasm.

"I would, but doing what a nerd tells me would lower my new high standing in this school" he was smart, I could give him that.

"Well could you move in an inconspicuous way?" I ask, getting a little impatient. I wasn't going to not sit ar my desk just because of some smirking new boy.

He strokes his chin, pretending to think deeply. "I suppose I could try that, but this meeting must be secret."

Was he serious? The only other person in this room was the teacher, who was studiously copying something onto the white board. Seeing as I always liked to be early to class.

"Yes, this exchange will be secret. As secret as what I write in my diary." I say sarcasticaly.

"You have a diary? Are you gonna write about me?" he says enthusiastically, obviously not catching my sarcasm.

"Yes, I'll write about you. I'll write: at school the new boy everyone is gossiping about wouldn't give my desk, and unstead questioned me with uneccisary questions." I say, the sarcasm still present, not that he would catch it anyways.

"Wow! That sounds really thought out." he says, obviously empressed.

I give him a bored look, "Will you just go sit in another seat before anyone else comes to class?"

"I think I will."
And with that, he headed up to the teacher. Looking as though he was I troducing himself and getting homework that he would have to turn in.

He was smooth, really smooth. I wouldn't have thought of that.

Shrugging, I sat down in my desk. Enjoying the placing and cleanliness of it, life was perfect, life was complete.

So might enjoy little thing a little too much in some people's opinions.

But my opinion is: if you don't enjoy life, it passes you by, and you are forever misrable.