I giggled as I watched two boys fight over a book. They appeared to be friends as both were grinning. Wait...No, they were together. Maybe not dating but in the near future, they would for sure. The other boy had light brown hair and was petite like me. The other had black hair and muscular.
I continued on my merry way to school, Water Bend Academy.
The school was mostly for the rich but I got in due to a scholarship in English. I'm a writer of many stories but haven't published any of them yet. That is mostly due to my mother who says that a career in writing will get me nowhere. My dad, on the other hand, would love to give me permission but doesn't want to upset my mother.
I walked into the large tan building keeping my cheerful smile despite all the negativity oozing into the air. It was almost suffocating.
I looked around to find who had spoken my name but I could do anything I was tackled and the last thing I saw before I fell was a blob of blonde.
I waited for the impact but it never came. I opened my eyes to see is that I had been caught by my best friend, Lucas.
Collin jumped off of my back and grinned nervously, "Sorry 'bout that dude!"
I punched his shoulder, "I could have been crushed!"
Collin was tall and extremely muscular due to playing football for so long. I was a twig compared to him. I would have snapped in two.
Lucas chuckled, "Aren't you glad you have me?"
I rolled my eyes pushing up my large black glasses, "Sure, if that is what you want to believe."
I walked away and to my first class that happened to my favorite class, English.
"Good morning, Mr.Davis," I greeted immediately after entering the room taking my seat.
"Actually, he's not here," A new deeper voice said with a chuckle.
I screamed out in fear, nearing falling out of my chair, and alerting at least three students in the hallway. The three ran in, saw me, realized there was no problem, then left the room.
The new man was completely calm even though I had screamed. He smirked pointed a finger to the whiteboard.
It was written clearly in blue. I felt panicked.
"Where is Mr. Davis then?" I asked him nervously biting my lip out of habit.
"Visiting his daughter for a week or two," Mr. Channing replied and I outwardly sighed in relief releasing my bottom lip.
"Thank God, "I grinned, "I thought he had gotten hurt or something!"
Mr. Channing raised an eyebrow, "Why would you think that?"
"Mr. Davis had never had a substitute in almost three years, " I explained looking over to the bulletin board next to the whiteboard. It was covered with small different colored push pins. One for each week he was here.
"What's your name?" He inquired curiously and I tried my best not to grin.
"Taylor Thompson, " I replied running my fingers through my long wavy strawberry blond hair. I knew very well that I looked feminine because of my frame, eye shape, and hair.
Mr. Channing would have to have checked my records to see that I was of the male gender. I assume he didn't as he didn't look surprised when I said my name. Mr. Davis, being the awesome guy he is, knew that I was a boy the moment he laid his eyes on me.
"Odd combination, " I heard him say and I knew that he was talking about my eyes. I had grayish-blue eyes that I had gotten from my father.
I fixed my posture in my seat as Lucas walked into the room. Lucas smiled as he sat down next to me. The bell rang and students began flooding in.
"He thinks I'm a girl," I whispered into Lucas' ear. Lucas' eyes widened and he looked at me unbelievably.
"Seriously?" He asked and I rolled my eyes subtly remembering how I met Lucas.
"Please, you thought I was a girl too," I mumbled and his ears turned red.
"Shut up! It's not my fault that you looked like her!" He growled softly.
"Maybe I should cut my hair?" I said mostly to myself but Lucas heard it and gasped.
"Is there something you would like to share with the class, Ms. Thompson?" Mr. Channing questioned making everyone in the class chuckle because they know I wasn't a girl.
"Sure, " I replied standing up turning to my peers.
"I might cut my hair," I announced and there were gasps from every corner.
Mr. Channing raised an eyebrow, "What is so bad about that!"
A brown haired girl, who I recognized as Sarah, explained, "Taylor hasn't cut her hair since she was nine!"
It was a big deal to them because I'm fourteen, one year younger than most in this class. I loved how Sarah put a certain emphasis on the word, 'her.' Would he realize it now?
"Sit down, Ms. Thompson." Guess not.
I sat down with a wide grin. Lucas held his hand out under the table and I gave him a quiet high five.
Before I could make another interruption, I found myself more interested in...
The weird rubber duck in Mr. Channing 's pocket!