“Well, Seattle,” I began, emphasizing her name. “how do you expect to get a job if you can’t work with anybody?” I whispered back to her.
Silence. That was my answer. I shrugged, whispering to her, “It’s your choice if you choose to not get a good job with good pay.”I said.
Seattle glared at me with her mossy green eyes. For a second, it almost looked as if they were black. She covered her pale round face with her mouse brown long, wavy hair.
She obviously did not like to socialize like a normal teenager. I started to wonder why, until the bell rang and Ms. Mathews said that class was dismissed.
“Before you go, Seattle, do you know where Mr. Norman’s room is?” I asked her, giving it one last attempt for the day.
“Room four-ten,” she answered plainly.
“Well, I know that, but where?” I asked, seriously needing specific directions.
“Do you have all your things for his class?” she asked, acting as though she might be reluctantly helping me. I nodded.
“Then just follow me,” was her only reply.
I followed her out of the room, and down the hall. After what seemed like walking all the way to the other side of the building, we arrived to what was room four-ten. Since she walked right inside, I assumed she had this class right now, too.
I took the last empty seat in the room, which was, of course, right next to Seattle; again.
Mr. Norman started class, without introducing me, and, once again, I had to share a book with miss stubborn.