Searching for Love, Found Wealth

There were other popular students I noticed.

Another boy named Jasper too. He had stunning good looks with those blue eyes you just want to dive into.

I stared at him for a while, while we were studying.

He was quiet though and talked more with his male friends. Most times girls flocked around him and he gave the cold shoulder.

Seems his good looks was a kind of curse to him. And then there’s another girl, Cara Adams. I had to know her surname.

She acted like she was the only child of our ancestors, Adam. (I know, silly joke!). My point was, she was a commandeering, bossy, good for nothing, well, all the bad things kind of person.

She wore mini-skirts all through the three days I got there. She had her own gang which was typical.

And her hair looked like it had gone through hell from bleaching and dyeing.

She also had a funny walking step which she may consider sexy. She was a bully, calling bad names… I didn’t really understand why she was popular.

Was it the thick hips she had or the V-lined eyes? Or just cause she dressed hot?! Another Samantha had appeared here, hope she doesn’t give me trouble.

I was thinking of all these during our break time while looking around.

So far, only three classmates of mine had bothered talking to me. Jennifer, my seat mate. The class captain, Joey and some girl, who had shown me the toilet, haven’t caught her name yet. Jasper was walking my way with two of his friends.

He must have said something funny because one of them laughed. They were passing my table so the one who laughed quacked me a bit. “Oops sorry angel” Jasper apologized on his friend’s behalf and pulled the boy away. The boy had forced a “sorry” amidst his laugh.

They went on but “ANGEL!”. JASPER CALLED ME AN ANGEL!

Don’t get me wrong, I have been called nice names. But this guy I barely knew throwing me a compliment I know lots of girls would die for, just like that.

I shrugged and kept on munching on my sandwich. Perhaps he was being nice. I did notice some girls sending stares at me.

Someone else was walking my way, the Cara. I guess I should call her “chicken-walker” because if she thought she was “cat-walking” she was so wrong.

So “chicken-walker” chicken walked to a table and ordered one of her friends to get her some snacks. Not cool ordering her own friend. Oh maybe those girls were just underlings.

She had snapped her finger and pointed at the snack shop then one of them went to get it.

I had a frown plastered on my face but not because of chicken-walker’s attitude to her friends but because that friend was actually walking like a chicken.

Just like her boss! It was sad seeing a wonderful God’s creation forcefully turning themselves to have the S-figure.

Did it spell “Sexy” for them? It spelt “Stupid” to me.

Why can’t the world see things the right way! I stood up to get myself more sandwich. The table in front of me was filled with sports boys talking about something in whispers.

They’re stealing glances of “chicken-walker”. (Perhaps I should drop the chicken walker thing since all her underlings walked that way).

One of the boys had jolted another. If my brain had lip-read that right, which I think it did, the boy had jolted the other saying, “Tell her how you feel about her”.

Oh really, funny how people would fall for her. I turned to go around instead. Jasper and his friends were on that table.

I went last anyway. Unnoticed they were reading a magazine about bikes. Typical for boys to be bike lovers.

“Yeah, this is the bike” one of them had said, hitting Jasper.

He just smiled at the boy and patted him. That boy was the same one who had quacked me. He was really something.

Seems his body was not aligned with his mind. (Don’t ask me what it means just get my point).

I was impressed on how Jasper just accepted him that way without getting offended. That’s a good friend unlike Cara.

Just then her underling went past. I lost my appetite and felt pity for the girl. I walked past Jasper’s table again.

My ears were sharp, I have to say, I was sure I overheard one of Jasper friends say “Cara is a demon”. They shared a laugh so they must have all agreed.

I smiled inwardly. If one of the most popular guys in school think she’s a demon, then she won’t have much fans.

I stayed on my own for almost a week. Though I had little chitchat with Joey, our class captain. Jennifer said “hi” and “how are you?” once in a while. I didn’t know how to make friends, I studied my classmates instead.

And my teachers. They were a huge variety of races here. Racial discrimination seemed not to exist. Joey was a black American. Jennifer, Indian.

Even the school body president was a Jamaican girl. Cool place for someone like me who had gone through hell with racists.

One teacher, Mrs. James was very gentle with me. Reminded me of Mrs. Bassey. She was our chemistry teacher. She had a daughter who was in grade 9, people said the girl was half deaf.

A particular Monday’s Civic Education class was epic. It was the first class that day with our new Civic teacher.Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

The teacher was so blunt honest about his review on our class. It ended in laughs though. Let me give spoilers. It was a stuff against Cara. (Exciting!)

So she had walked in with her usual “chicken-walk” and was already twenty minutes late.

“Excuse me, young woman?” our teacher called out to her. She faced him with a questioning look. I really hoped she wasn’t acting shitty to the teacher, he seemed really nice.

Also he was new, she would give a bad first impression.

Not that I cared for her reputation but what if the teacher hates our class because of her. She should keep her attitude to herself. But as expected she didn’t.