SO: Ken
I'm Into You 01
Suraya Hawthorn wasn't the most petite girl in the world. Her thighs were big, and her stomach was a little too chubby. Her chest was kind of enormous, and her butt was just as significant. She hated nearly everything about herself. Her shoulder-length black hair didn't shimmer like the other girls', and she wasn't petite like the others, either. She didn't dress in anything fancy, nor did she wear makeup. Most of all, she wasn't tanned and white.
She didn't necessarily hate being black, but she hated feeling like she was being judged for it. No guy ever paid her attention in her entire life. They always went for the white or Hispanic girls, without so much as a second glance in her direction. Sometimes, she would wish that she could finish her senior year from home.
Suraya sighed, as she spared another glance towards the clock in the study hall, twenty-six minutes left. She was only stuck in the study hall room because Mrs. Williams wanted a word. It usually meant that a lecture was at hand. Unfortunately, it was the worst. Suraya had been suckered into doing tutoring. Mrs. Williams approached Suraya, as the sea of fish were let out of her last class of the day, The fish, who were the students, couldn't wait to rush out into the cold, passing their teacher, her arms filled with a bundle of files.
"As you know, Miss Hawthorne, we are a little understaffed," Mrs. Williams spoke, adjusting her glasses.
"What does that have to do with me?" she replied, nervously.
"I just told you, Miss Hawthorne, you'll be our new tutor during fourth and fifth blocks," Mrs. Williams said sternly.
"Uh, Mrs. Williams, all you said was you were understaffed, and I don't know if..." Suraya started hesitantly, not exactly sure what to do. She was trying to come up with a lie.
"Please, you are in top five percent in the school. I checked your schedule. You are free after twelve. I know I'm cutting into your teenage time, but just think about how this would look on your scholarship applications; this is your senior year, you don't have a lot of academics. You are not on any sports team, you have nothing going on. This will look great for you."
Suraya felt more hurt by Mrs. Williams's words than encouraged. She was calling her a loser without saying it. Looking down at the floor, she mumbled to herself.
"Umm, sure," she said, reluctantly.
Now, she was stuck in study hall, watching the clock. No students had signed up for tutoring; granted, this is her second day in study hall. She wanted to skip school, but unfortunately, she was too scared, thinking that she would get in trouble if she missed one day. Suraya didn't like getting in trouble, didn't like confrontation; she enjoyed staying low, under the radar. Looking back at the clock, she saw she only had ten minutes left.
"Thank God," she whispered.
The library doors slammed open. Startled, she nearly jumped out of her chair. Loud bursts of laughter caused her to look up in curiosity. Three football players were shoving and laughing at each other's expense, heading towards her. Suraya wasn't too pleased with the faces that she saw. It was Jordan Highpoint, Wes Anderson (no relation), and Darius Johnson.