Alan and I made our way to our first class which was English, we had been given a map which helped us find the room. When we got there, we looked through the window. Some students were already there but it appeared that the teacher wasn't. We opened the door and went to grab seats next to each other, as we sat down Alan asked me "hey, do you want to go to the mall after school? I heard that there was going to be a sale at Forever 21." "But Alan," I replied "You just brought a whole range of clothes over the summer that you haven't even worn yet." "I know" Alan said "but a boy can never have too many clothes. Plus we need to get you a new outfit for your birthday on Saturday. Have you thought about what you're going to do yet?" I thought for a moment, a few ideas had popped "I was thinking about going out for a meal with my parents and you guys, I'll see if mom can book anywhere."
"Great" Alan said "So how about it?" "Yeah sure, I'll ask the others if they want to come. By the way, how can you afford all that stuff?" "Easy" Alan replied giggling "mommies' credit card!" Alan's family were rich, not rich rich but they made more than most of the families at school (except for the popular kids of course) Alan's parents treated him like a prince especially his mother who just couldn't say no to 'mommies' little prince' and so whenever Alan wanted something he would look at his mother with big puppy dog eyes and she would give him it. Alan was hoping that they would by him a car when he was old enough. "Wow! Is that our teacher?" Alan asked drawing my attention to the door, in stepped a very good looking man. He wasn't that old, he appeared to be in his mid-twenties and had probably only recently got out of college. The teacher looked absolutely stunning, he was wearing; a dark blue short sleeved blouse, a black pencil skirt along with matching heels and tan coloured stockings. His blonde hair was tied into a ponytail similar to mine, dangling from his ears were two gold hoop earrings and he a gold bracelet hanging on his wrist. His makeup was very professional and he wore dark red lipstick. I looked around at my classmates, most of the girls in the class were sitting with their mouths open, and I just rolled my eyes and paid attention to the teacher.
"Good morning class!" Even the teacher's voice was pleasant to listen to "I am your teacher Mr David Freeman." He said writing his name on the board, turning back to his class he continued "now we are going start off with a classic, we are going to looking into the works of James Austen, starting with Pride and Prejudice." Half the class groaned but that was mostly the girls in the class, but Alan and I looked at each other smiling, it was one of our favourite books. The rest of the class past by normally although most of the girls in the class weren't really paying attention, they were staring at Mr Freeman, mesmerized by his movements. Before long we the bell rang indicating class was over, Mr Freeman gave us some homework and then we all filed out of the room and headed to our next class which was Math. Math was fairly boring, our teacher for this class was Mrs Goodwing who was an older woman in her late fifties and had grey hair which was starting to thin out on top. She wore a professional suit and tie and carried a briefcase which she put down by her desk when she sat down. Math seemed to drag on forever, and unlike in English class a lot of the girls were asleep at their desks but Mrs Goodwing didn't seem to notice, Alan and I did our best to pay attention. Finally the bell rang and we headed out for lunch.
