Plain Jane (Chapter 2)

2. Spanish Class
I walked into the room with Jacob Ryland.  “Thanks, Jacob.” I smiled.
“Again, no problem, but call me Jake.” He grinned back, then went off to sit with a boy who seemed just like him yet the complete opposite. With black hair and hazel eyes, the boy had an identical jacket on and seemed almost the same height. As Jake walked over, the boy laughed, got up, and gave Jake one of those brotherly hugs. As he sat down, I realized that he seemed more reserved than Jake, and as some girls walked in, I could tell that they had eyes only for Jake. I felt pity for the mystery boy, because he was just as, if not more, attractive as his buddy.
Feeling awkward, I took a seat, again somewhere in the middle yet off to the side. The class was small, with only fourteen students, which I figured was because after Spanish III most people stop taking a language since it’s no longer required.
“Hola, clase! Como estan hoy! Es el primer dia de la escuela!” A pixie-like woman walked in, full of pep and excitement for the first of 180 days of teaching. I couldn’t help but smile, and the rest of the class couldn’t, either. She scanned the room, noting in Spanish that she couldn’t recognize some faces. “Tu, tu, tu, y…” She looked from student to student, her eyes resting on my face, “y tu, chica. Ven aqui.” I got up, and the other three kids did the same, walking to the front of the room. She introduced herself to me, first, shaking my hand. “Hola, nina, como te llamas?” I responded in Spanish, and she seemed pleased. She did that with the other three, and then had us go back to our seats.
“Hey, are you the new girl?” I turned to my right to hear a voice whisper, and saw that it was a girl who asked. She had incredibly long, glistening red hair, very fair skin, and freckles. She was probably one of the tallest, skinniest things I had ever seen, which made me self-conscious of my short 5’4” and apparently ghastly 117 pounds. I observed that she was wearing Coach high-tops, Se7en Jean shorts, and an Ed Hardy tank top. I had noticed several labels in the school already, and realized how materialistic this school was going to be.
“Uhm…maybe?” I whispered back.
She giggled. “If you’re in Mr. Hunter’s homeroom and you’re from Alabama, then you’re the one.” She become aware of my wide eyes, and giggled some more. “Yeah, word travels fast around here. I’m Sarah. If you ever need anything, just let me know.” I nodded, grateful. “Can I see your schedule?” She asked.
I handed it to her, hopeful I would know someone in the rest of my classes. She scanned mine as she compared it with hers. “Shit, nothing. We might have lunch together on Blue Days, though, we have Pre-Calc at the same time…” We both noticed it was quiet at the same time, and looked up simultaneously. The whole class, including Sra. Lopez, was looking at us. They started laughing when they realized we had noticed. We laughed too.
During class, which was mainly an overview of rules and grading, like every first class at every high school, Sarah passed me a note:
Hey, I checked with friends, and it turns out we have lunch together today (GoldOne) and on BlueTwo Days! Yay! Wanna meet for lunch? -S
I was ecstatic. This note told me two things. One, Sarah had friends. Two, I did, too.

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