Something in the way...

Chapter 3

So far first period went well. Basically all we did was meet the new math teacher and introduced ourselves. Since she was new, talked about herself, and asked things about us. Like usual, I treid to stay as quite as possible. Her name was Mrs. Gaylor, she's 22 and got married in the summer. She has two chocolate labs that love to play. After a while no one had anything else to talk about so she told us what we would begin working on tomorrow. It was really lame stuff, so I began to draw in my notebook. I drew a picture of her writing down what she was saying on the white board, while kids giggled about stupid jokes being told beside them. It seemed like we were already halfway threw the school year.

Then the bell rang. Class seemed short, but I was relieved. 256, I repeated the number so many times in my head the week before. 256 was my locker number. The good thing about it was that it was near Michael and Taylor's classes. When I got to my locker, Michael just walked out of his class. "Hey," he said, instantly bringing a smile to our faces. "Hey," I replied. He leaned against the locker beside mine and watched as I organized my stuff. While I was organizing, I caught glances in his direction. He looked so cute with his head tilted that way, watching me with a confused expression. "Why are you doing that?" He questioned. "What, organizing this stuff?" He nodded, still watching, confused. "It helps. A lot. You should try this with yours." "Nah, I'm cool." He laughed.

After a while of organizing and talking, the bell rang. Me and Michael had 2nd period together so it worked for us. As we walked threw the door, we took our seats in the very back, side by side.

The same thing happened as it did in 1st period. Getting to know the teacher, then each other. But he let us have a bit of time to talk to each other, unlike our math teacher. I decided I'd rather draw then talk. As I drew, Michael watched. I drew the class from my point of view. It looked really good, thanks to years of art classes.

"Hey! Since my mom got a job as a receptionist here, I'll get to know when new kids are coming to our classes!" I heard Tiffany Boilet say from across the room. "We'll have a guy named Nathan or something come in a week or two." Kinda weird that he didn't come today. I thought. Whatever. And I kept drawing.