I walked into the building and went down the oh so familiar hallway.
The posters still occupied the walls and the trophies still held hostage in there trophy case.
I went in the office the first face meeting mine was Mrs. Buckingham.
Her dull face brightened at the sight of my I guess, up lifting one.
"Good morning Miss. Calloway." She greeted.
She gestured a nod and handed me a paper and a book.
"This is your handbook and your schedule." She stated.
I thanked her and walked out the office.
I went farther down the hallway.
I stopped scanning my schedule.
Mr.Garner, room 584.
I saw the numbers 583 to the right, then 5...8...4.
I swiftly shifted to the left and went to the door.
Covering the door knob with my hand, I twisted it and shoved the door open.
I walked in and went to the desk that sat center of the front of the room.
A male with smooth looking gel'd hair and a sandy brown button down shirt that screamed hellos, was sitting at the desk looking at a paper.
"Um, I'm Jackie Calloway and I'm new exchange student from Berlin, Germany." I said as the male lifted his head.
His eyes held a bright saddle brown and his face, droopy.
I smiled as his eyes ignited.
I looked down at my hand and held up what I thought seemed as a pass.
He grabbed it gently and inspected it. He nodded and gestured behind me.
I turned around to see many eyes on me. I spotted a seat in the far right corner.
I traveled through the maze of desk and sat in the seat.
Still many eyes watched me.
I blew air and looked at the board.
Clear.
So what do they do all day.
I looked around, all the piercing eyeballs had vanished and was replaced with few glances my way.
I could feel a hole burning in my skin.
I turned my head and caught a glimpse of a familiar blur.
I looked over and the face played a memory:
I gathered my things and was heading out when I bumped into a hard object.
I feel on my bottom. I huffed and started gathering my things.
A persons hand was held out at me. I grabbed it.
"Thanks." I said before looking up.
My eyes connected with gentle brown orbs.
I looked at his eyes until I found my self staring.
"Welcome." Blinking, I backed up and walked around him.
"Wait!" I looked back and and he was holding out something.
My book.
I held my chest.
"Thank you." I exhaled. He smiled.
YOU ARE READING
.URBAN. {1 book}
Non-FictionNothing makes me more angry than being hamuliated. Those who find pity on me just burn holes in my skin as they bore their eyes into me. It's just enraging. I sometimes look back at the situation at night and shed very few tears, saying 'maybe I c...