Ayla's POV (Point of View)
"We have a new student joining us," Mrs. Bartlemen spoke as I stood awkwardly at her side. Colt was sitting in the back, leaning back against the wall. He was staring at me, and I couldn't help but smile. I like it here, everyone is so nice, I thought.
"Please welcome, Ayla," She smiled at me and gestured for me to sit down. There was an empty seat in the back near Colt.
"Hey," He said as I sat down beside him. He didn't look to happy, I was about to ask why but he was already paying attention to Mrs. Bartlemen's history lesson.
I furrowed my eyebrows, wondering what was wrong. I don't think I did anything, I thought.
"Jeffrey?" The teacher asked as she pointed at the board. "Who was Charles II?" She asked.
"Easy. He was a tyrant like James I, Charles I, and James II, who was also his son. He attempted to lead Britain," Colt said with a smirk.
I couldn't help feeling slightly impressed. "Very good," The teacher praised and went back on to her lecture on tyrants and the difference between the leader's of England and the leader's of France.
"Have you ever learned about Canada?" I asked Colt. It was a simple question, being I was from Canada.
"Yeah, of course," Colt hissed.
I looked at him, clearly taken aback. "Jeff, I'm sorry if I hurt your feelings or anything," I whispered.
"My name's not Jeff it's Colt," He whirled around to fully face me. He had said it a little louder then he meant too.
"Jeffrey! Ayla! Are you two finished?" Mrs. Bartlemen whipped around to face both of us.
"Yes, I believe so!" I snapped and ran out of the class, trying to force the tears not to fall. I didn't even look back to see what Colt looked like. He was probably angry, not feeling bad at all that he had hurt me.
As I ran in the hallways I nearly ran into Tum Tum. I could feel my eyes. They were watery and threatening to fall.
"Ayla!" He smiled but his smile turned into a frown when he saw that I was upset. "What's wrong?" He asked.
"It's Colt. He's being such a jerk!" I said. The tears began to slowly fall, sliding down my cheek. Being in a new place was already hard enough, I didn't need people being mad at me either.
"Don't blame him. He's always moody, he'll come around soon enough," Tum Tum promised.
"Ayla!" I heard my voice being called. I hid in a doorway, not wanting to know who it was. Especially, if it was Colt. Tum Tum remained in the hallway until a head poked around the corner. It was Rocky. "Ayla, are you alright? I heard from Nancy Blake, what happened."
"News travel's fast," I muttered and slid down the wall, sitting on the floor. My legs were pulled to my chest.
"I'm sorry you're having a miserable first day," Rocky said as he sat down beside me. Tum Tum took this as a que to leave.
"It's not your fault," I whispered and soon my tears were being wiped away by Rocky. He was looking at me. "Are you really alright?" He asked.
I nodded. "I just never expected him to act like that to me," I admitted as I looked back at him.
"Well, do you want to talk about it?" Rocky asked. I shook my head no and he chuckled.
"What do you want to talk about?" I responded with a shrug. He stayed silent for a moment before asking, "What was it like? At you're old home?" He asked.
Ayla laughed and smiled. "I loved it there. All my friends. And my school! I played soccer and baseball on the school teams," I said.
"Really? Colt, Tum Tum, and I play baseball!" Rocky exclaimed.
"That's awesome! Maybe I can join you're team!" I said. Although I knew it wouldn't be possible, it was probably an all boys team.
Rocky laughed again and smiled. He was nice. A lot nicer then Colt, and we had gotten along well on our way to school. Talking about our interests and I had learned that he liked reading as well as myself. We even liked the same type of books.
Rocky stood up and held out his hand, a gesture for helping me up. I smiled shyly and took his hand. I was never the social type in school but this was a new place. A new beginning. He helped me up and I felt his arms wrap around me. I felt my heart skip a beat and my arms wrapping around his neck. "Thanks for being a great friend," I whispered to him.
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