"Alright c-c-class get your h-homework that I-I-I assigned yesterday out." Mr. Winthrop stutters, barely audible because of the fans blaring every where you look. Unfortunately, the fans aren't helping my poor teacher's damp pits and sweat-beaded forehead. I take out my Spanish homework, which has been checked over about three to four times. As Mr. Winthrop goes up and down rows of desks collecting homework, I take out my book and begin to read patiently. "As we watch Jackie and Ella walk down the hall, jealousy strikes us. Of course we never admit to it, but in our heads we're scanning their outfits, perfect hair, perfect manicure, perfect everything, and we want to be just like them." Slipping my bookmark into my book, I regret reading every last page. All these girls and their perfect everything, it's so unbelievably boring. …show more content…
I look up and sure enough, there he is, holding his hand out for my paper, smiling. Dear God this man smells awful; no wonder he's been single for so long. But as he pushes up his glasses, I can only feel pitiful for the man. I'm sure he didn't choose this life. "Here you go Mr. Winthrop." Smiling, I hand my paper in. "Your shirt looks really nice today." Lies. "Oh, why tha-a-thank you Ms. Jones." He says with a smile stretched across his face. I smile and nod. When he walks past me to collect the papers of the kid behind me, that's when Nathan decides to laugh at me. "You're such a suck up Evelyn." Nathan says. Nathan is tall, brown-haired and muscular. Although his body and face is pretty nice to look at, his lack of intelligence scares off all the ladies. It's not that he's incapable to have any smarts at all, he just doesn't care enough to try at anything. I look to the desk to my right and roll my eyes. "Shut up Nathan. At least I