Seldom

Chapter 2

As I get to school and figure out where the hell everything is, I start heading to my first class. On the way there, a girl with a pixie cut, a band t-shirt, and the cutest smile introduces herself. "Hi I'm Corbin!" she said. "Um I'm Linzee, Linzee Romanof," I say. "Where are you headed to?" "Reading actually." "Need someone to walk you?" "Sure," I say. We began walking to a building about 10 yards forward- the 900 building. We talk a little about our selfs and get to know each other a bit more. She's quite interesting I think to myself, while wondering if I'm giving off any weird vibes. She keeps talking while I listen like my provider told me to do in the colonies. "You're not from here are you?" she asks me. Shit. I thought my accent was gone... "I'm actually from Europe" which isn't a lie, it's just not the whole truth. Here face lights up as I tell her about life in Europe, she is quite cute, but I just got here and I'm here for a reason. I need to focus. I mentally curse myself for these thoughts and tell her I can get to my class from where we were- I see the room number- she looks a little disappointed then tells me to find her at lunch to eat together. "Sounds great," I say. I walk into the classroom as she disappears behind a steel door. Apparently the teacher's name is Mrs.Durham, she seems kind of like a hippie to me, but nice enough. My next class was science and I won't bore you with the details of that, it was basically have fun blah blah blah. I walk back to the building which I came from in the morning to go to my geography class. When I enter there's Corbin, she waves for me to come over to her. "This is Jayden, the big, scary, football player," she says. He's a good 3 inches taller than me but he gave of a vibe that told me we would get along great. Turns out after talking to him for about 10 minutes it's like we're best friends! We have same interest and are proud, strong willed people. Corbin tells me he'll be eating with us in the cafeteria, which to be honest gets me stoked. The bell rings and I stand in the back of the class awkwardly waiting for the teacher to come in. He embraces the American ideal of a man; he's got a strong accent, beer belly, and smells like axe cologne. "Hello children I'm Mr.Harris and I'll be your geography teacher for this year." He looks at me in the back of the classroom and motions me to join him at the front. "This is Linzee Romanof. She is from Europe and is new to this whole american thing. Haha do you know what a dem..ocr..acy is?" He speaks to me as if I'm an idiot. "Democracy is a from of government where the people vote for a representative of their country," I say. He looks just like I expected- shocked. After that he just tells me where my desk is and that lunch begins at 11:00. Linzee 1 School 0.