I never really could think properly in new environments, my hands would grow limp, and my lips paralyze.
            My tongue swells hugely, and I'm left a nervous wreck. I hated being new. I hated being new, in a place I didn't belong, in their pack of wolves I was the runt sheep. 
         Getting lost, getting bumped   around, eventually to the back.
          No one seemed to acknowledge me, not one bit. It was obvious that I didn't belong, but that, no one had to inform me of, I already knew.
       I held my bag close, and dignity closer, I kept my eyes straight, but my pride even straighter, I refused to be made of a fool today.
         There was a row of empty seats in the front of the lecture hall. History wasn't my worst favored subject, but it definitely was no place I'd rather be. Either way I'd have to suffice, I mean besides, it wasn't like I had much of a choice anyway.
           Setting down the heavy book, and placing my shoulder bag on the seat next to me, I prepared myself.
        It took twenty minutes for all of the students to file in, but the row where I was sitting, remained...empty.
        Afraid to look at those surrounding me, to the front, and to the back, I just maintained my fierce stare to the chalkboard.
     Finally the teacher arrived, a man in his early twenties. Tall and muscular to look upon, he was highly attractive. I suppose this wouldn't be too boring.
            Trailing in with a group of friends, Eliza wore her uniform seductively. Highly cut, and slit just at the highest tip of her thigh, she wore see through knee highs, and sneakers.
         With a bright twinkle in her brown irises, she zeroed her eye contact onto him. And he to her, with a slow blink, a friend of hers shoved her forward. Faking a scoff of embarrassment, she playfully slapped the larger girl beside her.
         "Stop it, are you crazy?" Eliza whispered, clearly still happy that she was the center of his attention.
                    "Hello Eliza."
       "Hello Professor Edwards."
"You can just call me Mr. Edwards Liz."
    Liz?
         She was my own blood and I've  never even called her 'Liz'.
           Horrendously obvious with their sexual tension, I rolled my eyes.
     I just hoped he'd get on with the bloody lecture, so that I could be relieved of such torture.
         Finally taking her seat, Eliza didn't look my way, I suppose here I was invisible to her just like the rest. She sat somewhere behind, I didn't bother to look.
           Still giggling and whispering annoyingly, I huffed a deep breath and prepared myself for useless information.
         "Good afternoon class, I hope that everyone has been having a wonderful day. As you all know the first twenty minutes of the class period we discuss topics, or anything that seemed interesting to you that you would like to share with the rest of us. But first things first, is there a reason why this row is completely empty?"
     "It isn't empty, the ginger is there. We don't like ginger's." My eyes shot wide in surprise. Clearly conflicted with the response of the student, Mr. Edwards bit his lip.
      Still not turning around I held my silence preciously.
           "I haven't seen you before, are you Grant, Grant Everly?"
     Nodding slowly, I dug my nails slightly into my thigh. "Well welcome to my history class, please don't mind them, half of them are failing with next to nothing.
       And are all desperate fools anyway, if they want to be jerk offs and not sit by you. Ignore them, you'll only have to bare their presence just for a little while.
    Where are you from, were you originally born in London?"
    The feeling of dozens of eyes clung humidly to my pale skin. Swallowing to lubricate my barren throat, I blinked nervously.
       "Ye-yes. My mother is a realtor, and my father an electrical engineer?"
     "Did your mother suck Dean Costers cock to get you into this school? You don't belong here, with your disgusting poor existence." Taking the blow toughly, I managed.
     "Alright that's enough. You don't talk to my blood cousin that way, you half cock, pig shit eating douche. Leave her be." With a strong hand on my shoulder, my racing heart slowed slightly.
     "My father works hard. And so does my mother, I got into this school on my own. With my hard work, I'm smarter than you. Your parents just want to blow up your arrogant head with false hope that you are good enough to be in a building, with average people, teaching average things.
      My toilet costs more than what this place is worth. Now as my cousin so gladly stated, go divulge in your pig shit, and stroke your tiny cock."
      Finally turning around, his mouth was plagued to widen. And his heather eyes resembled the same. Smothering the room with laughter, I lifted my brow, and shrugged. "It is nice to meet you as well."
      "I believe that is enough of our free discussion class," laughing, and fighting extremely hard to stop, Mr. Edwards, began writing on the chalkboard. "Now everyone flip to page five-hundred, the lecture is starting."
   His snow blonde hair hung in a loose ponytail, and his aggressive appearance was a bit appealing. Still glaring into my eyes, he smirked lightly, licked his lips, and turned away.
      As did I.
Opening my book, I threw myself on my desk, and watched the clock intensely.
     Quietly smiling to myself, because I defended my own honor, the thought of being home flooded my conscious.
   Just a few more hours Grant