Chapter Two

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I travel through the maze-like hallways , to my home room class, where I sit patiently at my desk for attendance. Minutes that seem like hours go by, until my teacher instructs me to wait in the hall for an administrator to come by. I silently debate on the idea, but ignore myself and do as am told.

"Hello, Ms. Grey. How is your morning so far?" The administrator asked too politely .

"My morning has been very go- I mean well so far. May I ask how your morning has been, Mrs. Forester?"

"2 demerits for misuse of language, as well as minus 1 for corrections," she said coldly, "Now besides that, I have a special assignment for you. Here, I must present you with a pass out of your classes, so that you can show Mr. Blue to his classes, as well as stay in those classes until he is comfortable with the school."

"Yes Ma'am," I stated as she strutted here way into AP calculus, probably to scold some innocent freshman, leaving me alone with my thoughts.

Blue, Blue, where have I heard that name before. I momentarily halt my thoughts to respond to yet again another light tap on my shoulder. As I begin to turn around, in my peripheral vision I catch a glimpse of snowy-white hair and realize that it's Asher. Why had I not already come to that conclusion? He's the only new student studying literature and science that isn't already familiar with is classes, because he hasn't taken any!

"Hey, um..I..I mean good morning Asher, how is your morning been so far?"

Why can't I seem to speak properly to anyone this morning. I've had a near-spotless record since the incident?!

"Well, my day is going well, even better now than before," he says, "and uh by the way you can drop the whole 'you have to be grammatically accurate or face the consequences' act. I won't add to your demerits, I could care less about this school's intellectual standards."

"Thanks, I've already had some added for language misuse today and my parents would appreciate it if I didn't get anymore. So I guess I should-"

RINNNNNNNNGGGGGGG

"It's time for first transitions. May I see your schedule?"

"Why of course, Ms. Grey, and let this schedule be the map that guides us on our journey."

"Impressive poetry, and oh," I pause, "That's something, we uh...have the same schedule. It almost seems a if our stars are aligned perfectly amongst each other, as well as our destinies meant to collide."

"Outstanding coincidence, Ms. Grey. Did you just improvise that piece yourself?" Asher inquired.

"Yes I did. And our first class just so happens to be poetic components, yet again another outstanding coincidence. Shall we continue along our schedule led journey, Mr. Blue, we don't want to be late, now do we?"

"No, I don't think I want to be late, at least not today," Asher replied, winking as he turns to walk into the classroom.

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