(So i got a vote for both the text and teacher so im gonna mash them together)

I walk into the large building for my first day, i never liked school, but was forced to go to collage because i can barely pay my bills and just going for a while would help me have more credits for jobs. Everything was moist and damp because of april. Thats how it always it out here though. Here in england its damp and winters last longer, i mean its not like ireland rain bad but its pretty bad still.

Large Stain glass windows surrounded me in the large stairs leading to what would be my class for the next 4 years unless i dropped it because I cant hadle it.

I walk in with my feet draging slightly in fear of a life choice I would later regret. Instead of a mean looking stern professor im greeted with a sweet looking pale man. Pfft, like that would happen to me. He looked mean and like he didnt know how to show basic human feeling. The one thing i said was true though is he is very pale, he also has one pupil is dialated and he wears a business looking suit with a case next to him. The big thing that stood out was his hair its orange and yellow. I felt ive seen that before but couldn't place where.

And so i take my seat. Suddenly my phone buzzes and i cant help but curse under my breath "really thomas now.". Thomas is a friend ive known over instagran for a couple years. We tell each other personal things like friends would but dont share our full names or where we live. We both agreed we probably would feel bad if we got to meet each other and couldn't see each other a lot or we found out we lived a long ways away. We dont even know what eachother looks like because we both are agenst posting photos or sending them.

I look to see what hes said "just got my new class, they look like whimps." I smirk a tiny bit and respond "im in my new class. The teacher looks mean. Your probably a good teacher." I send and turn my notifications off and suddenly the teacher glances down and i tilt my head a bit but go back to my phone when i see the alert from thomas texing back, "Trust me your not in my class", i roll my eyes and put my phone away and the teacher suddenly snaps a ruler down on his desk loud so everyone looks at him scared

"Now im Mr. Newton, my first and middle name is none of your concern, im here to teach you how to build space equentment and not fuck up so i'd listen." He sneers and for some reason i didnt mind it. I felt a weird confortable feeling and sat slightly confused by it. And thats when Mr. Newton spotted me. He stopped and seem to not have felt the same because-

"Are you confused by that? Is it me or is it because you dont know why your in this class?" He turns and starts teaching and I sigh un knowing of what ive got myself into. Im already getting those "we wanna beat you to a pulp" eyes by the students and now the teacher.

Class drags on forever snd finally i get lunch. Yes i did have that class for 5 HOURS STRAIT. I eat alone until a red headed man eith s mullet plops next to me. "Hi im Ziggy." He extends his long arm out and i shake his hand and don't respond. "Whats your nane love?" "That one kid." I respond. Not one to share my name with people who usually just call me "that one kid" anyways because they dont remember it.

"Aw i though you would want to be my friend." He frowns. "I would... I just dont share my name." "Ok then I'll call you... Kid."

"So kid the teacher hates you to?"

I cant help but pause, "wait he hates you?" "Weird people are to not nornal for him." I smile a little and he goes off. I them text tommy

"Hey how was your class?
"My teacher hates me thomas. What the hell do i do!?"
"I hate a couple of my students already."
"Well i dont see why."
'hey gotta go, teaching calls."
"I have my horrible class anyways. Peace."

I walk back to Mr. Newtons class and boy was I in for it...