9Rory waited outside her homeroom. As usual, she was first to get there. Though she was so out-of-shape, she was still skinny, because she didn't like the unhealthy foods that kids her age typically lived off of-or rather, she wasn't allowed to, but that was okay because how can you miss something you never tried? She sat down on the floor, as her legs felt like jell-o from standing up for so long. With school starting so early, she was tired, and stifled a yawn.
Thankfully she only had to wait another 2 minutes until the rest of the students came rushing up the stairs, and as people ran by they made her long, flat, thin, blonde hair swish into her blue eyes. Now you may be picturing her as being really pretty—as people often do-but truthfully, she was average height and had very average looks. However, she was anything but average, and she loved appearing though she was, because it made everything so much easier. But you'll understand that in a second.
The teacher made it to the classroom five minutes or so after the students arrived at their lockers. Rory got up and waited for the woman to open the locked door. The wood swung open and the teacher motioned for all the kids waiting outside the classroom to go in before her. After her entire class was seated, she tried to enter the classroom but every time she took a step in, she jerked back. This happened about 3 times before the 45 year old lifted her left pant leg up and examined it. Around her ankle was a dog collar, but not just any-an electric dog collar. She took it from her leg and turned it off.
"Who did this?" she bellowed, while holding up the dog collar for everyone to see.
No one answered, though there were plenty of snickers. This, of course, wasn't the first time a prank was pulled at the school. There was at least one done everyday and every time someone wasn't caught, it would be the same person-you guessed it: Rory.
This time was no different, although Rory was a little lazy today and she had decided to only do one not-so-amazing prank. Rory and the rest of the class knew that the teacher would complain to the principal, and everyone would investigate. When they came up with nothing, they would go over the loud speaker, say how disappointed they were, and ask them to confess.
The teacher let out an exasperated sigh. "Fine." She suddenly smiled with all the charm of an anaconda and said, "Class we have a new student today." She held her arms out in the direction of the door, waiting for the knob to twist and for someone to come walking through. When no one entered for a minute or so, the teacher went over to the door and opened it only to come face to face with a doll in a scary mask. She let out an earsplitting scream and when she quieted down, she started breathing heavily.
"Sven come out here right now!" the angry woman yelled.
A sheepishly laughing boy came out of the bathroom next door. He was scratching the back of his black-haired head and his eyes were closed, but he opened them—big and brown-to survey the scene before him. He couldn't hold in his real laughter any more and he started to roll on the ground in hysterics until his sides hurt.
"This is no laughing matter," the woman, who now looked concernedly at the boy on the floor, said. "Now go into the classroom," she ordered pointing sharply at where she meant. As if he didn't know.
He got up and walked inside and his teacher followed after him. "Class this is the new student, Sven."
Most of the girls looked pretty happy to see him, while the guys just looked bored. Rory was one of the two to three girls who didn't look impressed. The entire class had seen the prank and Rory, although she found it amusing, had not said anything because of how poorly executed it was. And besides that, she didn't want talk.
The teacher pointed at Rory and said, "Why don't you take the empty seat right there?"
"Ma'am, I don't mean to be disrespectful but there's someone sitting there," Sven said in a smooth, charming voice. It almost made Rory gag.
The teacher took a closer look and after a while, she finally noticed Rory there. "Oh. Well…then take the seat next to her."
"Yes ma'am."
Sven took his seat and offered her his hand with a charismatic smile. Rory, however found his smile cocky, and she thought it made him look as if he expected her to fawn over him. She was probably right, too. "Hi, I'm Sven," the cocky bastard greeted her. Oh, how she hated cockiness.
"Hello, my name is Rory," she replied formally and shook his hand. She had never understood why people her age acted so familiar with each other when they had just met. She couldn't say that from personal experience though, because no one had ever noticed her except for her friend. That was also all right, as she preferred her chameleonic nature. It rather annoyed her, though, that her first greeting in 9 years was this guy.
"Wow you've got quite a grip there," Sven said awkwardly as he inconspicuously blew on his hand.
Rory didn't answer him. She knew the only reason that she shook his hand so hard was because she was mad, but she had nothing to say that. Eventually Sven gave up and started talking to the other people in the classroom while Rory started daydreaming while spinning her remote control from one finger to another.