(NOTICE- *If you are American you probably don't know this* In the UK schools they have forms and sets. A student's Form room is where they will go in the morning to register, and their Set is their class they spend the rest of the day with in different lessons. That's how it works over here. Also, your form is usually smaller than your class and consists of randomly placed students from different sets. Top set is the cleverest set, bottom set is the 'underachieving' set and the ones in between are in some kind of order as well. ALSO, we don't have grades here, we have years, so year 7-12 is highschool over here (what you call middle-school). Sets in year 7 will have 7 at the start for instance 7MH and then in year 8 that set will be called 8MH etc)
Lucas all of a sudden burst out with a random sentence. "I lied a bit there. This isn't really my class, I just knew it was yours... I saw it on a register somewhere. I'm actually two years older than you. I'm 15."
I was a bit suspicious at that. Surely he wasn't that old? Or didn't I focus on him enough the first time? Looking at him again, I saw that he did have that look that said, 'I've been a teenager for three years' look. Don't even ASK what that look is, and how I know about it, it has no relevance here.
Anyway, while I gawped at him a bit, he looked at me strangely and muttered, "See you then." and walked off. AWKWARD!
I watched him walk to the other line and then shook myself out of the stare. Hmm, he was a weird guy for sure. Seemed like a nerd at first, but now seems normal. Well technically weird, but weird is normal here I guess, so he is normal. Or weird. Okay, enough rambling.
James prodded me in the back and I spun round. "You're in my form then! Cool." He exclaimed and waited for me to answer. But I didn't answer, because I knew that if I did Madison was probably going to jump out and hit me round the head with her Geography book or something. But I couldn't actually see her anywhere.
"Oh don't worry, Madison isn't going to have a go at you or anything, she's in a different form. She can be a little..." James started but couldn't finish. I knew what he meant. He meant one of those words that meant bad but seemed okay if you put little in front of it and sometimes after it. Like controlling, or annoying.
Or completely stupidly fat stuck up self centered retard. Ha, yeah, that describes her a lot.