The 87 Quarterback Bad Boy & Good Girl

3. Welcome To Woodley High School

Taylor Williow

"Good morning. I'm new here, and I was wondering what classes do I have on my first yet last day of high school. Get it first yet last day?" I ask/joke at the same time, with a samll laugh that I let out. I'm now standing at the front desk inside the school office.

The lady behind the desk that's typing away on the computer doesn't seem to find my joke that funny. She has this series bored face and that face that she could care less about what I just said. I don't have to think or pretend to know what she's thinking right now, cause her face says it all with the look she gives me that says, "i would like to be anywhere else but here in this moment!" I couldn't agree more with her to. If of course that is what she is thinking. Remember remember remember Taylor you can't read other people's minds. You can only pretend. "Name please?" The lady behind the desk asks me, as she moves her eyes back to the computer screen and goes back to typing.

I stop my small laugh as I clear my throat and just tell her what she wants to know. "Taylor Williow!" I say my name to her, as I fidget with my fingers as I patiently wait for her response. I see her name on a black rectangular square on the left side of the desk. Her name is Patty.

Patty who's behind the desk moves her head forward to have her face up closer to the computer screen. She moves her glasses upwards so their fully in place with both of her eyes to see more better at the computer screen. "Ah, yes, it says here that you are new at Woodley High School and that you previously went to Wovels High School. Is that correct?"

I nod my head, smiling at her. "Yup, that's me."

Patty types some more for 1 minute then she gets up from her chair she was sitting in and walks over to a white printer that has 5 papers coming out of it. Patty grabs all 5 papers then walks back over to her desk, but instead of sitting back down-she walks over to me and places all 5 papers down on the front desk in front of me and says, "Your class schedule sheet for the day is right here on this one paper that I just printed out for you so you can follow it throughout the day." Patty moves forward the one paper that she's talking about. I move a little bit more closer to see that it has my classes for the day today, and for the rest of this week. First off I see that it has the name of the school up top of the paper sheet; Woodley High School. Nice. Then below it it has a big medium size square, with small squares inside of the medium size square. It has the days of the week inside the medium size square at the top of it. Then it has the small squares underneath it with what catches me off guard inside of each small square classes, that it has a different colour to it. That's weird. At my last school they didn't have that. All they had was the room number and the subject that you were taking. That's all. Pretty boring, right? Well I can tell you for a fact that this new class schedule sheet is so not boring, with having all these different colours to represent the subject your taking every day in a week. It's a repetitive pattern. Meaning it's the same time and subject you take everyday. I see that each subject is in a small square and inside the small square it has the subject and the colours to identify the subject. Like for art it's yellow, math is red, science is blue, social studies is orange, gym is green, etc. I also see that the class room number is underneath the subject and the time of when the class starts is off to the left side of the paper, but it's on the line that connects to each of the small squares with the colours inside it. Cool.

"So you keep that with you, don't lose it." Patty says serious then continues to say, "I also need you to read this 4 paper sheet that has questions of your past history in your old school and what type of person you are and if you have a history of violence yada yada yada. You get the gist, right?" Patty says not taking it seriously, as she asks me with a board expression, just not caring.

I blink twice my eyes and nod my head and say, "Yeah, I can do all that." I give her a smile, hoping maybe that will cheer her board frown upside-down into a upward smile. It doesn't.