1 ***One***

The bimbo-squad is at it again, I noticed as I made my way down the corridor. I ordered my feet to change their direction. "I wouldn't advise it," I said as I took my stand beside the new girl, who seems to be the center of their attention. Fresh faces easily pass as a new target when it comes to this trio. The leader of the High-class wannabes, Britney Annandale, snarled at me like a hyena. "Don't you have some freshmen to hassle? Shoo, the hags are calling," I came to the new kids defense. She stomped away, feet physically killing the poor ground. Vanishing from our sight. The other two followed her at a quick pace. "Sorry about that, I hope they didn't give you too much trouble? I'm Genevieve Roberts," I introduced by holding out my hand and rewarded her with a broad yet warm smile. She smiled back at me as our hands touched in a greeting manner. "Margo Anderson, it's a pleasure." We had an instant connection. Sure, she and I are still newly introduced companions, but she won't be the only friend that I have in this hellhole. The school's biggest flirt, Simon Jefferson, is my BFF. I have a feeling that we'll soon be best friends too. "Thank you for having my back, back there," she thanked me wholeheartedly. I swiped it away with the back of my hand, "There's no need; I will do it again in a heartbeat." We giggled like old friends as we walked into our English class together. "Hey babe, are you lost because angels are supposed to be living in heaven," Simon's statement made me burst out in bubbles of laughter. Apparently she isn't use to flirting teens. He had been held back last year, so therefore he's a year (two at most) older than the rest of us. "Don't mind him, his just being Simon," I assured her. Casually we made our way to our seats. Margo can sit next to me, nobody sits there anyways. The room is bustling with voices as everyone speaks about their weekends and what illegal things they had the pleasure of doing Saturday night. 

A hand tapped my shoulder; I turn my attention towards the culprit. Marina Douglason, also better know as my brother's girlfriend for the last five years; asked: "Do you know anything about Miss Fritz's reassignment?" I shook my head in response. I've never been one for lending out my ears to meaningless gossiping. She was the middle aged lady who previously tried to teach our class of misbehaved misfits the English language, like we don't already know it. 

A young man came into the room. He walked towards the blackboard, picked up a piece of white chalk and wrote the word 'ALLITERATION' in big bold letters. When he turned to face the class, my heart galloped like a herd of stallions. A feeling that don't cross my path too often. Usually I couldn't care less about these milk beards that I associate myself with on a daily basis, but our new English teacher is everything but green and inexperienced. "Quiet down! I'm Mr. Anderson and I'll be your new English educator." I gave Margo a quick sideways glance. Didn't she introduce herself earlier as an Anderson too? Are they related? "Can anybody tell me what the word alliteration means?" The class had never been so quiet before. A single hand raised into the air. I could feel it in the air's sudden irruption behind me. "Yes," he acknowledged her. Gorgeous yellow liquid drips thick and sweetly from his lips. "It's the occurrence of the same letter or sound at the beginning of words," 

Marina answered smartly. She's not just cheerleader pretty, she actually has the brain that goes along with it. "That's correct," he turned towards the board and wrote an example down on its black surface: Beautiful blue butterflies danced on the grass. I read the sentence to myself. Yeah, kind of like the blue butterflies that's currently dancing around within me. The thought made me blush slightly. Mr. Anderson pulled me from my day dream as he continued his lecture. "Beautiful blue butterflies, are the alliterations in this sentence." As he said this he underlined the b's at the beginning of those words. "We use this form of literature to make our writing more interesting and descriptive," he furthered his explanation. I'm hanging to his every word like a cocoon from a leaf. He wrote another example down and underlined all the g's and j's. "This is another form of alliteration: The jolly gentle giant jumped into the pond. The letters don't always have to be the same, but they need to sound alike. Open your workbooks to page 174 and answer the quiz on alliteration." As we opened our English workbooks, honey stuck to my ears again. "After the quiz is completed, hand in your books and enjoy an early recess. A surprise awaits those who score full marks after break," Mr. Anderson informed the class. An uproar erupted amongst the students but quickly quiet down as pages falls open. The questions were easy enough to answer. 

After successfully encircling the final answer I close the book, put my stationary together, stood up and made my way towards the front of the class. I handed him my book. He smiled up at me as he took it from my hands. My knees feels like jelly, the green wobbly pudding that mom loves to serve us on Sunday's. Dished up with sweet, ultra-creamy custard. He smiled at me! Chilly icicles nibble at my skin. This is just freaking fabulous! 

Outside in the hallway I waited. First, Margo joined me and then Simon, merely seconds apart. We head outside and sat down on an evergreen patch of grass. Allowing the sun to kiss our skins. I'm itching to share this secret feeling with somebody, anybody, but I can't; not just yet anyhow. 

Is this simply an innocent little school crush or bound to become something else completely? I might as well hide this from them or at least until I'm so confused that I turn a blind eye when it comes to direction. I throw my head backwards and allow the sunlight to soak in. "Friday night, I'm having a pool party, would you like to come?" I asked Margo. "I will have to ask my brother but I see no problem," she informed me. So they are indeed related, the thought crossed my mind. "Let him come too," Simon's sudden suggestion caught me by surprise. He might not have caught up with reality yet. Everyday I get to see him in my formal school ware and Friday won't be a school related event. It's my 17th birthday get together. Comfy clothing which includes swim ware, meaning that I'll be showing of way more then just legs, are accounted for. My brother, Harrison, will see it as a snake in the grass. He's extremely observant and overprotective. 

After break time we made our way back towards our English class. He stood up with a pile of books at hand. "If I read out your name please stand up?" He politely asked before concluding: "Marina Douglason, Anna Shabalala, Simon Jefferson, Brenda Smith, Margo Anderson, J.D and Genevieve Roberts. Congratulations on you seven for successfully completing your quizzes." He took a bag of treats from his desk's drawer and pulled out a smaller bad. "In my class each student will be rewarded with a bag of treats for every test, quiz or assignment that gets full marks. You seven can come and claim your baggies after class is done," he finished off. I went along with Margo to claim my bag of treats after class. As I collect my packet, our hands touched. I pulled away much too quickly as a wave of raw static energy sizzled through my veins. I looked up into his sparkling blue eyes, which stared straight into the pit of my soul. I feel a kaleidoscope of butterflies as the blue beauties swirls into action. I mumbled my gratitude silently under my breath and quickly disappeared from the room.