If we met- Qfeast Club

Gifts of suprises

~Qfeast:~

Saphirethehedgehog's Wall

Sapphirethehedgehog: Yaay! New student! I'm so exited!

Rebel_Assasin replied: Really? Wow. Same day I go to a new school everyone is saying how there's a new student.

Soulfure replied: Mines an ass. Reminds me a bit of you to be honest. @Rebel_Assasin

Saphirethehedgehog replied: Wait.. What if you were the new student! @Rebel_Assasin

Rebel_Assasin: Haha, that would be cool. Exept the chances are slim @Saphirethehedgehog
And funny, I just said earlier that the first kid I spoke to reminded me of you. But more of an ass. @Soulfure


Rebel_Assasin's Newsfeed:

PoisonusSugar: There's a new kid in my school appearantly

Rebel_Assasin replied: Ok, this CANT be a coincidence.

PoisonusSugar replied: ? What isn't a coincidence? @Rebel_Assasin

Rebel_Assasin replied: @Soulfure and @Saphirethehedgehog were just saying how there's a new kid today, and today is my first day at a new school?

PoisonusSugar replied: Wierd. It would be cool if you were the new kid.

Rebel_Assasin replied: Yeah. I've gotta go to class.

~Anna's POV:~

English. Ahh, English. It's Hevan in school but not. And people tend to be different each time.

I sat down in between a blue-haired girl and a dirty-blonde haired girl. The blonde haired girl seemed overly bored, but yet confident, and the blue haired one was jumping with excitement, about to burst with joy.

The blonde haired kid looked at me, her medium skin tone seeming to be paler with the light. "Oh, hey. You're the new kid. Right?" She asked. I nodded, not sure how to respond. "Just don't get in the way, all right?" She asked. I sighed, nodding.

Friendly atmosphere, guys.

I turned to the blue haired girl, hoping to find some brightness. "Hi. I'm Anna, nice meeting you." I introduced. My voiced was more monotone and emotionless than usual. The blue haired girl jumped a bit, then looked at me. "O-oh. Hi. I'm Saphire. Y-you can call me Saph." She responded.

Was I like this? Well-am?

"Nice meeting you!" I smiled.

The bell rang, and everyone looked at the teacher. She was a Burnett and was LITTERALLY your female steryotypical teacher.

"Alright. Today we're...."

Rambling.

I got on my phone and sighed.


~Qfeast:~

Rebel_Assasin commented on Saphirethehedgehog's wall: Hey! Ok, there's this one girl who SERIOUSLY looks like you. Even goes by the name Saphire. This isn't a coincidence anymore.

PoisonusSugar replied: Well, I just met the new kid and she screams new.

Rebel_Assasin replied: ... @PoisonusSugar Hold up. The girl on your left, does she have ash brown hair that goes to her shoulders and black glasses, and on her phone?

PoisonousSugar: ... Yeah...?

Rebel_Assasin: Shit, back to class. Hold up.


~Anna's POV:~

I turned my phone off, and grabbed the worksheet on my desk, sighing.

I finished it, and turned around. A girl with a sholder-length ombré was looking down and looked like she was just about to finish. I sighed, turned back around, and felt suddenly out of place, and slightly slumped.

After what felt like forever, I sat up, and the girl behind me tripped and dropped her stuff.

Most kids laughed, the shy ones were to scared to help her, so I stepped up to the plate and started helping her.

"You ok?" I asked, my voice kind of quiet. She looked up at me. "M-me? Y-yeah.." She nodded. I noticed she was about to cry. I helped her up and handed her stuff back. She looked like she didn't want to talk at all. "I-I've gotta get to class.." I muttered, walking off.

~Qfeast:~


MikasPrincess's Wall:

MikasPrincess: So, English was ok today. Exept I tripped and dropped my stuff everywhere. I nearly had a panic attack, but I managed to calm myself down. This girl also helped me today. I think she may be new. [the post contenues on, explaining what happened exept in her point of view]

Rebel_Assasin's wall:

Rebel_Assasin: Ok, this is getting annoying. There's way to many people who are mentioning a new girl and I'm a new kid. So far @PoisonusSugar @Soulfure @Saphirethehedgehog and @MikasPrincess have mentioned it

Thug_Life_As_A_Blonde replied: And now me~!

Rebel_Assasin replied: OH SWEET JESUS, NOW YOU? @Thug_Life_As_A_Blonde

Thug_Life_As_A_Blonde replied: Yep. Sorry.

Rebel_Assasin replied: @Thug_Life_As_A_Blonde watch as my next class is with someone like you.

~Anna's POV:~

I sat down in French and noticed the ombré girl was here. And so was another girl. I think burnetts are a common thing here.

The only spot open was in between those two, so I sat down. Burnett was glaring at me and ombré girl was looking down.

"So.... What's your name?" I asked the girl with the ombré of brown and blonde. She looked up. "V-Victoria." She stuttered. "I'm Anna. Nice meeting you." I smiled. I noticed a faint British accent. She nodded. She looked like she was starting to block me out. I wasn't going to force her to talk.

The teacher walked in and instantly asked me a question.

"New student. What's your name and how do you pronounce it in French?" She asked. I froze up. "A-Anna.." I muttered, with an accent. "If you want to pass this class, speak up." She scolded. I sighed. "Anna." I repeated, with a French accent. I sighed. "If I want to be actually correct, most names are the same in English and French. The only difference is a slightly different pronunciation." I pointed out.

"Good. You aren't an idiot." She scoffed. "'Scuse me? I'm sorry, but you aren't supposed to call these people idiots. Even if they are." The other girl next to me scoffed.

"Smokey, let her defend herself. If she's smart enough to speak, she's smart enough to feel. Unless she's a sociopath."

I froze up. I guess I'm causing drama allready.

French was long for me, and when I was about to doze off, a paper was slammed on my desk. "Finish this in five minutes." She snarled. I nodded helplessly, while the rest of the class looked at me with sympathy. Or glares.

It wasn't one paper. It was five, with fronts and backs. I sighed, finishing it in the minutes.

"Ma'am? I've finished."
"It's late."
"But done."
"Late work isn't tolerated in this class."
I froze.

I picked my papers up, silently walked to the trashcan, and dropped it in there. I silently walked back and got on my phone.

"Get the papers out of the trash can. It's a grade." She snarled.
"Yes, but you don't accept late work. Therefore, it's worthless." I responded.
"I told you to do something. Now do it."

I spoke no words and trying not to burst out in apologies. The teacher looked furious as she walked to the trash can.

Next thing I know there's trash all over me.

I looked up, slammed my phone down hard, and slid my chair across the room as I stood up. "Start picking up your trash." She snapped.
"It's not mine. It's yours." I snapped.
"I usually find this funny, but the geek is right. Besides, doesn't this shit count as illegal or something?" Smokey asked.

Right then the printable walked in. "What seems to be the problem here?" He asked.

I froze. "N-nothing.." I stuttered. "Our French teacher is being disrespectful to our new student." Smokey snarled. "I did no such thing!" She replied.

Yet all the same she was escorted out, and we had the rest of the class to do what we want. In that classroom.