Chapter 21

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I follow the cowboy's instructions and grab a map.  HOLY MOLY this school is big.  According to the map, there are eight hallways called wings.  The Forester Wing, the Mystic Wing, the Phantom Wing, the Geology Wing, the Canyon Wing, the Crow Wing, the Waterfall Wing, and the Rosenblatt Wing.  Each of those hallways is for a grade level, and the extra is for stuff like gym, band and orchestra, art, the media center, and the lunchroom.  Apparently the seventh grade wing is... the Mystic Wing.  

I grip my backpack and walk past the office (I already went there yesterday for final papers and stuff) and into the Mystic Wing.  RInNG!  The bell rings and all the kids come stampeding out of 3rd period.  I take a folded piece of paper out and check my schedule as I shy into the wall. Okay, Ms. Mortem's English class. This shouldn't be so bad...

I spoke too soon.  When I reach my locker, there are two 10th graders making out in front of it.  Oh great.  Why are they even in the 7th grade wing?  I gently push them out of the way and open up my locker.  Or try to.  Crap, I think it's stuck.  I peer at it and see gum inside the lock.  Oh joy!  I have two minutes to get to class as I pry the mess out of my locker.  I finally get the thing open and grab my new textbook and set my backpack in there.  I pull my binder out of my bag and slam the locker shut.  I jog to room 213 and yank open the door.  

"Oh!  Hudson!  So great of you to come!" Ms. Mortem says warmly.  Well duh of course I came; I kinda have to.  

"Class!" she says.  Oh no.  "We have a new student starting today!  Hudson, would you like to say a few things?" No...

"Hi..." I say timidly.  All eyes are on me.  "My name is Hudson Burke, and I am from Hotwire Falls."

"Where's that?" Some boy blurts.

"Kyle shhh," Ms. Mortem shushes.  "Go on Hudson." 

"My favorite color is black and I like to play baseball," I say quietly.

"Excellent!" Ms. Mortem claps and the rest of the class does as well.

I sneakily slip into my seat.  The boy to my right raises his eyebrows at me.  I turn to the left... holy crap hold on...

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