Beautiful Disaster, chapter 2
Throughout the hour long lesson, this boy Frank Edwin Wright the third, kept causing disruptions and at first I found it quite funny, but then after a while it got extremely annoying. He eventually got sent out of the class and was told to stand outside. The bell rang for the end of the lesson, and I grabbed my books and was just getting out of my chair when the teacher came up to me, '"I'm very sorry for any disruptions that boy has caused." she muttered.
"Oh it's fine, thanks", I replied.
"Well if he causes you any further disruption, then come to straight to me" She whispered. I nodded and left the class. Frank was waiting outside with his head facing to the ground. I smiled at him, and I saw a forced smile come to his face back at me. "Erm... Hi" he muttered.
"Hi there" I replied. Just as he was about to say something, the teacher called him in, and he walked slowly through the door. I stared back at him and a little smile came to my face. This boy who had caused so much trouble on my first day was actually the most attractive boy I had ever seen, but I had to hide my emotions, because I knew he could never like anyone like me.
That evening, back at the hotel, over dinner, my parents asked how the first day was. "So, how was it then" my dad asked.
"Yeah it was ok" I replied.
"Were the kids nice?" my mum asked
"Yeah" I replied, trying not to think about Frank, but my emotions running wild again, because I couldn't stop thinking about him and his funny jokes.
I didn't understand how I could get given so much homework on the first day, and so I had to spend the rest of the evening trying to write an essay on the character of Mr Darcy from Pride and prejudice for English. Whilst reading about how at first he was rather arrogant, and mean, but actually turned out to be the love of the main character, Elizabeth's life, made me think about Frank even more. He was rather like Mr Darcy, because at first he was disruptive, but then when I came face to face with him, he actually seemed quite nice.
The next day, was the same as the previous day, mum and I got stuck in traffic on the way to school, and so I just got to school on time. This time, I had maths first and I had hoped so much that Frank would be there, but he wasn't and instead all I could see were kids with big acne problems and huge harry potter like glasses, the teacher looked exactly the same. My heart sunk, until a girl who happened to be wearing a Misfits t shirt walked in. She sat next to me. " Hey there", she said. " Hey" I replied. " You're new here aren't you?" she asked. " Yeah, I just moved here from England in the UK"I replied. " Wow, England has some great bands, like the Sex Pistols." She added. " Yeah, I went to one of their gigs before I came here" I said. " Wow! Awesome, well I'm Becca" She said. " I'm Sophie" I whispered back, as the teacher stood up and told the class to be quiet. Suddenly, the door slammed open and my eyes lit up as Frank walked in! My heart was racing, and I felt like I was going to explode from excitement. "Are you ok?" Becca asked, "erm.. Yeah" I replied. Frank saw me and smiled again, just like he had the day before. "And what do you have to say for yourself, Mr Wright?" The teacher asked. "Well, nothing as a matter of fact", Frank replied. I giggled slightly, and the teacher glared at me. "Well lets hope you don't make this a habit, Mr Wright, otherwise, you'll find yourself in detention for the rest of this year!"
Frank shrugged his shoulders and sat next to me on the other side. During the rest of the lesson, he kept passing me notes, and he asked things like where did I live and what music was into. At the end of the lesson when I got up to leave, he stopped me and asked if I wanted to hang out with him any time, and of course, I said yes! He also told me that although he was called frank, many people called him Tre, which brought another smile to my face.
"Oh it's fine, thanks", I replied.
"Well if he causes you any further disruption, then come to straight to me" She whispered. I nodded and left the class. Frank was waiting outside with his head facing to the ground. I smiled at him, and I saw a forced smile come to his face back at me. "Erm... Hi" he muttered.
"Hi there" I replied. Just as he was about to say something, the teacher called him in, and he walked slowly through the door. I stared back at him and a little smile came to my face. This boy who had caused so much trouble on my first day was actually the most attractive boy I had ever seen, but I had to hide my emotions, because I knew he could never like anyone like me.
That evening, back at the hotel, over dinner, my parents asked how the first day was. "So, how was it then" my dad asked.
"Yeah it was ok" I replied.
"Were the kids nice?" my mum asked
"Yeah" I replied, trying not to think about Frank, but my emotions running wild again, because I couldn't stop thinking about him and his funny jokes.
I didn't understand how I could get given so much homework on the first day, and so I had to spend the rest of the evening trying to write an essay on the character of Mr Darcy from Pride and prejudice for English. Whilst reading about how at first he was rather arrogant, and mean, but actually turned out to be the love of the main character, Elizabeth's life, made me think about Frank even more. He was rather like Mr Darcy, because at first he was disruptive, but then when I came face to face with him, he actually seemed quite nice.
The next day, was the same as the previous day, mum and I got stuck in traffic on the way to school, and so I just got to school on time. This time, I had maths first and I had hoped so much that Frank would be there, but he wasn't and instead all I could see were kids with big acne problems and huge harry potter like glasses, the teacher looked exactly the same. My heart sunk, until a girl who happened to be wearing a Misfits t shirt walked in. She sat next to me. " Hey there", she said. " Hey" I replied. " You're new here aren't you?" she asked. " Yeah, I just moved here from England in the UK"I replied. " Wow, England has some great bands, like the Sex Pistols." She added. " Yeah, I went to one of their gigs before I came here" I said. " Wow! Awesome, well I'm Becca" She said. " I'm Sophie" I whispered back, as the teacher stood up and told the class to be quiet. Suddenly, the door slammed open and my eyes lit up as Frank walked in! My heart was racing, and I felt like I was going to explode from excitement. "Are you ok?" Becca asked, "erm.. Yeah" I replied. Frank saw me and smiled again, just like he had the day before. "And what do you have to say for yourself, Mr Wright?" The teacher asked. "Well, nothing as a matter of fact", Frank replied. I giggled slightly, and the teacher glared at me. "Well lets hope you don't make this a habit, Mr Wright, otherwise, you'll find yourself in detention for the rest of this year!"
Frank shrugged his shoulders and sat next to me on the other side. During the rest of the lesson, he kept passing me notes, and he asked things like where did I live and what music was into. At the end of the lesson when I got up to leave, he stopped me and asked if I wanted to hang out with him any time, and of course, I said yes! He also told me that although he was called frank, many people called him Tre, which brought another smile to my face.
