"Good morning Mesai, your late to registration. Well theres a first time for everything." She doesn't question the bandage on my cheek as I walk into the registration room. The tall lady is skinny and wears glasses she not the prettiest person but all the male students fanboy over her for some reason. This tall lady would be my registration and Religious studies teacher.
I plot along to my seat which is in the back row to the left corner. I sit next to Claria who looks at me worryingly, like a mother would its child.
"I saw you miss the bus yesterday, thats not important though. What happened to your face?" She points to the bandage that is on my right cheek.
" I feel over yesterday walking home.'' A few people turn head and were clearly listening yo our conversation. However what I didn't expect was to turn my head and see a person wtih dark eyes and ash hair looking at me.
I give him an ambiguous look which to anybody but myself, would be hard to decipher. He looks at me like im crazy. He thinks I'm lying and that would be correct, but if he really does ask I'll tell him it was after he left.
I turn my head back around and listen to Claria saying she hopes it gets better. 10 more minutes pass of registration before the teacher calls out to me.
" Mesai, You've been assigned to tutor a small group of people from Maths class 5. I believe Mr Frinch, your math teacher, made you aware of the reason why."
I nod my head and look at Claria, shes curious she doesn't need to ask before I explain.
"It's why I was late yesterday. Sir wanted me to tutor some other class because of my good mock results."
She lets out a long aa before speaking again "Well you are a genius I wouldn't expect less from you." Her smile is bright and warm as the sun, whenever she smiles like this I can't help but think that she deserves a better friend then myself.
***
"Mesai, please make your way down to class 5 the teacher their will show you which students your tutoring." Mr Frinch speaks loudly to me the second I step into my Maths class. He doesn't even try to be quiet about it and everybody that's already there can hear. I don't bother sitting down or trying to explain to the people looking at me weirdly, instead I turn around and exit the room.
The walk to class 5 is short and when I enter the room kids are throwing about protractors and calculators, a much worse situation than English's on Monday. The teacher is screaming as loud as he could but everybody was feigning ignorance. Some girls were vaping in the corner and some couples were to busy in the middle of a make out sessions on the chairs which I pray I don't have to sit on one day.
My face is full of disgust and repulsion and the second I walk in heads turn. Half the room makes eye contact with me for a second before turning away and continuing doing whatever unhuman like shit they were doing before.
The girls who were vaping and the boys who were throwing stuff around were being shouted to go to detention but none of them listened. I stood in a daze mumbling things to myself.
''This if fucking disgusting." I keep mumbling comments about whatever shit show is before me. Its like a zoo, if it could even be called that. I don't want to move further in because I'll become a target of the paper planes and equipment that are being tossed about like they are ping-pong or table tenis balls. Its not until a hand reaches out to my shoulder that I jolt out my daze.
"I agree."
"Huh."
"I'm saying that I agree. This is a zoo, but that would be disrespectful towards zoo's wouldn't it." His hair dangles a little bit as he looks down at me. I keep seeing this guy everywhere. It's not like once every few days, it's been everyday, multiple times a day for the past 3 days. Its only Wednesday but by the time its the end of the week, if we keep up at this pace, we might as well end up best friends.
"Oh. I said that outloud? sorry."
"No you didn't." A cheeky grin slowly creeps on his face, it's the first time I've seen him display stronger emotions in the past few days. "I could read your expression like a book. Actually it's the first time I could fully understand how you felt by looking at your face."
Not that I show it, but I suddenly feel a little surprised. His voice isn't as cold as it usually is but it's not the most friendly. However before I could say anything else a group of girls start squealing and quickly surround him.
I somehow managed to forget that this guy is extremely good looking and all the girls at this school, or certainly the majority, are fanboying him. Thats when I remember all the girls that we walked past yesterday were looking at him. I could constantly feel harsh stares at me aswell as if it were illegal for me to walk anywhere near him. I don't have bad self esteem and I wouldn't consider myself ugly, actually I think I'm pretty damn good looking. But when I stand next to this guys it all goes out the window.
While the girls surround him I use the opportunity to escape and find my way to the teacher who looks like he's about to cry. His eyes are a little swollen and hes looking up to the sky. I can only presume he's got his tongue to the roof of his mouth trying to stop any tears that threaten to fall. This year half the new teachers end up with the horrible year 11 classes and they mentally can't take it. This teacher wouldn't be the first teacher I've seen have a mental breakdown halfway through teaching.
"Sir you should emails SLT or someone higher up. Pardon my language but this classroom is currently being occupied by people who know fuck all about human decency. For your own safety, please email someone who can actually do something about this." My Words are harsh and even Asher looks at me like a hooligan.
"Are you trying to comfort him?"
"No, I'll be caught dead before I try to comfort someone. I'm just telling him the truth and giving him some good advice."
The room grows quiet when a loud laugh escapes the ash haird boys voice.
That worked now everbody is quiet and too busy staring at the overly good looking elephant in the room.
I turn my head back around to the teacher. "Sir, who am I going to be tutoring?" I feel almost depressed at the thought of trying to teach any of the people here, they're all hopeless. Hopeless.
"You'll be tutoring the two guys throwing about the equipment, ahem the couple that are uhm currently making out, one of the girls who are vaping and finally Asher, he's the only person's name I've remembered so far."
I can't blame him for not doing well with these people but this teacher seriously hasn't remembered as single persons name? This is pathetic.
I look back at Asher and I squint as I stare at him. I let out an extremely loud and exaggerated sigh. I know that today is going to be even worse than yesterday.
"But lucky for you all of them except Asher is going to detention when SLT arrive." I feel a little relieved knowing this but still, Im stuck teaching Asher alone for an hour? I don't even want to know how this will play out. It'll be awkward silence which I guess works for me atleast I'll be left alone.
***
"So what's the real reasons for the bandage." His voice has reverted back to it's cold usually self. He looks at the white bandage and points towards it, like calling me an idiot who couldn't guess what he's on about.
"You overheard earlier, did you not? I said the reason then no need to repeat myself."
"Mhm." It sounds like hes mocking me and I can't help but blabber on a little more.
"No this is not a Mhm situation it happened after you left."
"Okayyy." This time he sound's sarcastic, he's acting the opposite way to what Claria said.
"You know Claria told me you were a quiet keep to yourself person but you keep bothering me like this."
"I could say the same about you." After that I instantly shut up. I can't help but wonder why I talked so much just now. I'm a quiet person and that's how I plan to be. Why do I keep getting carried away. And why is he so annoying. Hes worse then I thought he'd be.
I sit there explaining Factoral to him in as little words possible and then eventually I get to sit back for a little, while watching him answer some questions. I want to know why he's in such a low set, he's clearly not completely stupid and honestly he doesn't need my help.
He suddenly looks up to me and speaks again as of trying to irritate me. " Genuinely though whats the real reason the bandage surely you would've scraped your knee or leg not your face from falling over."
I glare at him for a little while before saying that I fell face first. Claria wasn't surprised by my excuse because she knows that I'm a little clumsy, however this guy won't buy it.
"Surely you would get a more serious injury from falling face first on concrete at least I think it's concrete cause I know that didn't happen from falling on grass."
I continue to glare at him before rolling my eyes in a bitch like way.
"Well done, Im proud that you know that people don't get horrible bandage worthy grazes from grass." My sarcasm is obvious and I leave there. I want to be left alone, he just won't take the hint.
After what feels like forever, the hour finally end yet I'm still not free from Asher. I have a double Dt lesson after break, my brain feels like it's going to black put. Im glad I'm not popular because dealing with 1 person is more than enough. Another reason why a peaceful lonely life is the best option. People are stressful and I can't understand how someone would want the same person in there life constantly.
***
"Good morning class, wait is it afternoon? I've forgotten anyway today we are doing written work. Wohoooo. Now why do you all look so sad..." Yet again everybody continues to ignore the Dt teacher as people walk miserable towards the stacm of computers.
Two hours of written work in Dt is probably the worst that these people are going to suffer today because sir will be talking not stop and they can't even go work on loud machines to avoid it. For once im grateful that I have to 'help out ' someone because that means Sir will leave me to do my job in quiet.
Asher doesn't bother me for the next 2 hours and I quietly get on with my work. In Dt we are focused on Timbers as our specialty, who new that there was actually bucket load of things to learn about wood other than it takes a while to grow and it good for manufacture. It makes me appreciate tree and wood specialist more.
Fortunately the day passed by much more uneventfully which set my heart at ease. The only thing that was left to plague me mind was the Uncle who has now turned violent that awaited me at home. I wasn't scared of him, he's not a strong man but I am scared of his committment to what he says he will do. I just pray my brother will be alright. I'd rather shoulder the blame because yesterday wasy fault not my brother's.