Of Life And Hope

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"Oh, and, Ms. Williams," the principal spoke up again, standing up behind his table, "welcome to Midtown High."

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"Okay, so first we have Spanish, then Chemistry, Physics, Biology, Math [bear with me making up an American timetable], and the last one's Geography," Peter explained, pointing to your schedule and then back to yours. "Tomorrow you'll start with music since that's what you chose and the rest we have the same tomorrow, too."

"What did you choose?" you inquired, trying to peek at his timetable as he was packing it back up.

"Engineering," he answered without having to look at the paper, as he had memorized his lessons. "Come on, now, Spanish is starting soon."

You nodded and did your best to follow him through the mass of people in the hallway, all of them walking to where they needed to go.

"Hey, watch out!" you heard from your left.

"Whoops, sorry," you heard from your right as someone stumbled over your foot.

You could feel your nerves spiking and your ears start to ring a bit.

"Move!" You were shoved out of the way.

You stumbled a bit, not used to the pushing and shoving, and then realized you had lost sight of Peter.

Oh, come on, you thought, looking around for him, all the while trying to calm your breathing enough so your hearing wouldn't spike out of control even more.

"Hey, you alright?" you heard a more friendly voice. It was pretty quiet but still hearable enough over all the chatter. You looked around for the owner of the voice and found a girl with curly brown hair that was pulled back into a ponytail of some sort. "You look terrified."

You looked at the blunt girl for half a second before you realized you were supposed to answer. "Well, uh, I-" You took a deep breath, clutching the timetable in your hands. "Could you maybe show me where Spanish class is?"

"What group are you in?" she inquired, now looking at the timetable, too.

"Uhh, A-1," you answered, pointing to that.

The girl nodded. "Yeah, I know where that is. Come on, now."

You followed the girl like a lost puppy, determined not to lose another one of your guides.

You wondered what Peter was doing and then a memory surfaced.

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"Hey, uhh, what's her name again?" you asked Peter curiously. He had just told you about a girl without any explanation to why he was talking about her.

"Uhh, her friends call her MJ," Peter chuckled, looking at the sundown from the rooftop you two were chilling at.

You grinned at your best friend's face that had a little lost smile on it. You knew that look. He had had it when he had talked about Liz.

You chose to ignore the look and asked another question. "What's that stand for?"

"Michelle Jones."

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"Here we are," the girl, who you now knew to be MJ because of the descriptions, said, gesturing to an open class door.

"Thank you," you said, hesitating before adding the last bit, "MJ."

She raised a brow. "How do you know my name?"

You shrugged with a smile. "I've heard about you."

The bell rang.

"Gotta blast," MJ laughed, already walking backwards. "Bye!"