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I rushed through the crowds of people, blocking the corridors as they all slowly made their own way to their first lesson. Normally I wouldn't rush, I would saunter, but I couldn't stand it all of a sudden. Because of this, I ended up at the classroom first. History. Posters of leaders and socialists covered the walls, and a stiff scent of girt salt flew in through the window, covering the room. Unknowing to where I was supposed to sit (due to seating plans changing every term), I waited at the back of the class.
Soon the room was full of students, and the teacher sat at her desk, looking at a piece of paper. Seating plan. She stood up, trying to get the classes attention.
"New seats everybody!" She shouted, silencing the room. It was a very organised procedure, she would point to seat, call out a students first and last name, and that seat would be the seat they would stay in for the rest of the term. "Christofer Seth." My attention was drawn to her finger, pointing at the seat closest to the window. In the middle of the other two rows. I walked to my seat, throwing my bag onto the desk, and sitting down in the dark blue chair. It was then that I could withdraw my attention from the classroom, and pointlessly stare out of the window. As per usual.
I made my way through countless sweaty teenagers rushing to get to lessons before the bell went. Their was a group of teenage lads picking on the smaller ones. I dodged them and watched as they kicked over a small lad with his trousers up high and his shirt tucked in, he was thin and pale. I pushed my way past the few teens staying behind to talk and blocking the hallway. I walked into my History class and stood at the back of the class. I was one of the last ones to enter. I had got to the lesson slowly and as soon as I closed the door behind me the bell went. I stood at the back on my own away from most of the people. The teacher was now standing up and heading towards the first seat. She had a seating plan and every time she would sit us boy-girl order. She said it would help with people wanting to talk but I never talked anyway. She was pointing to a seat next to the window. I so wanted that seat. I watched her eyes as she scanned for the name "Christofer Seth." A tall dark-haired lad pulled his way out of the crowd. I wanted that seat and now I was going to actually pay attention in class. I watched as he made his way to the seat I wanted and sat down. I looked at him and didn't pay attention to the teacher. "Quintessa Cross." My eyes were flicked to the teachers view. She was pointing her boney finger at the seat next to him. She was actually going to sit me there. I watched her for awhile and saw her tence up and the vain in her wrist pop out. I gave her evil eyes letting her know I was not happy with it at all. She looked as scared as I was annoyed. I walked across the room and towards the chair. "Yeah put the emos together. That way they won't bleed on us when they cut themselves." Some lad at the back of the class thought it was funny. I was tempted to shout at him and punch him in the face but it was a whisper and no one but me could have heard him say it. I sat down throwing my books down on the desk, hard, sending a loud bang across the room. I took my seat not bothering to look around after knowing everyone would be looking at me. The teacher carried on with the seating plan placing each boy next to a girl.