Chapter 1. First glancesA Chapter by Legolas This is just an idea I just had. I'm not sure if I should continue. Parts of this is from personal experiences and thoughts.
"Through that, Cortez was able to capture Moctezuma's forces and citizens in a matter of a few days. Cortez took over the leadership position of the Aztec's after Moctezuma's death."
These words I hear through the door while I stand outside classroom 21 with Mrs. Friedman, one of the two secretaries at the school. "Now, there are two things you need to know about Mr. Slater, your teacher, before we go in," Mrs. Friedman tells me. "One, if you don't get on his bad side, you will be O.K. Two, don't ever ask about his family." "Why shouldn't I do that?" I ask puzzled. "Well. . . not very many people know this. All the kids know is that he doesn't like to talk about hid family. You seem like a trustworthy guy so I'll tell you if you promise not to say anything to anyone." "No, of course I won't. You have my word." "Well. . ." Mrs. Friedman begins but then looks around to make sure no one is listening. When she is satisfied no one is eavesdropping she says, "His wife died two years ago from cancer and his only child died two months later from a car accident." "I'm sorry to hear that. I'll remember that, thank you," I say with sincerity. "Now, not a word to anyone." Before I have a chance to say anything, she raps three times on the door and then opens it. She walks in with a superiority that comes with being one of the top positions in the school. "You have a new student, Mr. Slater. This is Thomas Anderson," Mrs. Friedman says to my teacher. She then motions for me to come in since I am still standing outside the door. I straighten my t-shirt and hoodie, shrug up my backpack on my shoulders, run my hand across my hair to make sure it's O.K., push up my glasses on my nose and then walk in. Mr. Slater saunters over and shakes my hand. "Pleased to meet you Thomas. I am Mr. Slater. You can take the empty seat at the back of the class there," he motions to the back of the class on his right. My eyes scan over my peers in front of me. All of them are staring at me, taking me in, making assumptions, forming opinions. I quickly pick out the cliques that all typical high school classes have. The jocks, nerds, smooth talking guys, trouble makers, cheerleaders...my eyes catch a girls face. I focus in on her. Her soft, brown eyes quickly divert their gaze from me as she notices me looking at her. I observe her cheeks become slightly red as she blushes. Her light brown hair is a bit past her shoulders. I can't help but stare. She is beautiful. The most gorgeous girl I have ever laid eyes on. "Thomas?" Mr. Slater's voice snaps me back to my present reality. "Oh, um, yeah. Sorry," I mumble to him casting my eyes toward the white tiled floor, ashamed for even thinking about her. I will never be good enough for any girl. No one. I shuffle past the rows of desks and arrive at the empty desk. After taking off my backpack and leaning it against my desk, I sit down while pulling a binder out of my backpack. I risk a glance over two columns and down three rows at the girl. Her head is bent over a piece of paper scribbling down notes. I sigh. I think to myself 'I'll never be good enough for anyone. Even if someone impossibly finds me attractive and sweet, no one would ever want to bear my secrets and burdens with me'.
© 2013 LegolasAuthor's Note
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