My Meeting with the Alpha

I woke up early even though I am not in the mood to go to school. This is the first day of my last year at Maullier High School. I don't want my father to get a headache from me for being tardy to my first schooling day.

I went to the kitchen to get my breakfast.

"Oh, Elaida. You are early always at your school, huh! That is good." My father greets me. I just nod and did not say anything. I stuff my mouth with my breakfast. My father glanced at me.

"Do you have a problem?" My father asked.

"None, dad," I replied and drink my coffee with cream.

"Well, if you have any problem, daughter, just approach me, okay?" My father said.

"Yeah, sure," I said and my dad opened the newspaper as part of his daily early routine. I finished my breakfast and go back to my bedroom to take shower.

The school bus is on time to fetch me. I went to the back of the bus to sit where it is available. I take my seat near the window side that I can take a look outside.

I was sad because I was separated from my previous classmates. I was the only one who've been going to the higher section. Almost half of my classmates were my friends. Now, another new chapter of my life; new classmates and new teachers. I was the only one who was transferred to the higher section. I envy my former classmates, they were still in the same section.

The school bus stop in the school's yard. The students get out of the bus. I took a peek at my first schedule today before I stand up and get out of the bus last.

I go to my Math subject which is my first schedule. This subject is one of my weaknesses. I saw a few students. I saw the end corner of the chair at the back, I walked in its direction and take my seat there. After a few minutes, the room was slowly filling up with students. A girl with a round face, long hair who is ponytailed walks in the aisle gazing at the seat available beside me. She has a strict face.

"Is this available?" She asked me. I nod.

"Yes," I replied and keep quiet. I look at my Math book and open it to kill the time. I am bored. The girl keeps quiet, too. She pulls out her math notebook and pen from her bag and quietly waited for the teacher to arrive.

Our Math teacher arrives two minutes before eight o'clock. Of course, this is the start of the anxiousness of the students, the introduction of ourselves.

After the teacher gets out of the classroom, the students start to befriend each other while waiting for the next teacher to arrive. The one next to me elbowed my arm.

"Hey, are you good in Math?" She asked me. She's wearing glasses. She has long beautiful eyebrows with Spanish eyes. Beautiful pointed nose.

"No. I am not good at Math it is one of my weakest subjects." I told her.

"Oh, I thought you know this Math subject." She sighed.

"Why ask me?" I inquired.

"Alas! I don't like Math. I am not good at it." She told me. I stared at her.

"Oh, okay," I replied and keep quiet because the next teacher in English came in. Like in Math, it's more introduction of ourselves and assignment.

After our second subject, it was our lunchtime.

"Hey, do you have someone with you at lunch?" Mylene asks me. I did know her name when she introduced herself to our class.

"None. I don't have someone with me." I answered.

"If you like we can be together for lunch. Do you like my idea?" She said. I was surprised by her invitation.