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Noah

It was the first day of school and Andrew was nervous. He had a walmart bag in his shoe, and his long ginger hair was straitened with his mom's flat iron. When the school bus came, his sister Danny started to cry. 

"I don't wanna go!" She screamed. This is her first day of school ever. I held her hand, and we sat together on the bus. She was still crying as we got to her school. 

"Come with me?" She said.

"I want to, but I can't! I'm sure you'll be fine. Okay? Cameron is going to be with you! Right down the hall. Okay? And you can eat some breakfast, and then some lunch too! Doesn't that sound great!"

She smiled softly. "Little great."

"Okay, go get them!"

I got off the bus at my own school, Canarage High School. I'm a senior now. The school was flooding with bodies, all trapped in the institution. Schools like a prison almost. You can't leave until the man tells you when it's okay. You eat what they give you. You do what they say. It sucks the life out of you. You can't do anything for yourself. It's always the prison guards telling you what your hear for. Your creativity is smashed into little pieces, and useless information is forced to replace what things you actually care about. And if you do wrong, not only is the school going to punish you, so is your life bringer (parents) and sometimes even higher law! Truancy officers, for example. Psh. Stick it to the man. That sounds Cliché, but really. Stick it to the man.

 I went to the guidance office to find my classes, and I defiantly wasn't the only person in there. The line was so long, that the line was more like a pile up of teenagers being forced to wait in a small office. The line was so long; the bell rang before I got my schedule. Once I did get my schedule, I was immediately confused. The school was apparently cut into sections. Like, Section A, B, C, D, etc. My first class, Government, was in the A Section. I have no idea what that means. But it's room 104, so I start off in a random direction.

 After a few minutes of wandering around, I see some student in the hall. He was tall, and had a long, pointed face. He had blonde hair that was down to his shoulders. His plaid shirt and glasses made me think he was a classic nerd. And nerds are always willing to help out. I'll ask him where the hell I'm going.

 "Hey! Excuse me?" He looks up at me, waiting for me to continue."I have a class in a thing called "A Section" And I have no clue what that means."

 "Oh, well I'm going to the copier, which is in A Section, so let me show you."

 "Alright thanks."

 "New hear? You don't look like a freshman."

 "Yeah just moved in a few weeks ago."

 "Oh, alright. Well if you have anymore questions, don't be afraid to find me." He stopped walking, and ran up to one of the lockers on the side of the wall. "This is my locker, I'm here a lot. So if you need me."

 "Yeah thanks, I probably will." 

 "Name's Noah, by the way. Senior." We started walking again.

 "Andrew. And yeah, me too. Senior, I mean."

 "Alright cool, we might have a class together then."

 "Here," I pulled out my schedule from my pants pocket, and handed to him. "Take a look at this."

 He scanned my paper, "Oh yeah, we have 'College Readiness' together."

 I took my paper back and said, "College Readiness is a class?"

 "Yeah it's required for juniors or seniors."

 "What if you don't want to go to college?" 

 "Do you not?"