Spy Academy: Spy 2 the Max (Editing)

Chapter 3

       School. I've always liked school. Okay, not always, but school isn't always bad. It seems like no one wants to admit that. Of course, the work isn't fun, but meeting new people, the feeling of accomplishment, those are thinks that come with school. And, honestly, if we didn't have school, we would wish we had it. So, I choose to appreciate it.

     Ding!

A text from Danny. Don't be late. I looked at the time, 9:02. Too late, no pun intended.

     "Sorry I'm late, Mrs.-" I looked at the front board. "Smith. It's my first day and I got lost."

     "I understand, but be on time tomorrow. There will be no excuses for being late, you should know where you are going by then. Take you seat," She looks at the role. "Riley Peterson."

     "Yes ma'am." I take my seat in front of the class, the seat in the very middle.

     "Wow, seems like this school will take anyone." A girl snickered.

     I turned around to see if she was referring to me.

     "Oh, hi. Nice shoes, new girl." The same girl said. She had long brown hair and her clothes seemed pretty expensive. I understand wanting to look good at school, but she seemed to put in a lot of effort.

     "Thanks." I said. This was the first day of school and her comment wasn't worth the altercation.

     "Riley." Mrs. Smith said.

     "Yes." I answered.

     "I don't know what school you came from, but it seems you already understand the section. Why don't you come up here and show us how it's done?"

     "Yes, ma'am" I said.

     x + 2y = 7 ; y = 2x + 4 read the problem on the board

     "Let's see, substitute y for 2x +4. That makes x + 4x + 8 = 7. Which changes to 5x + 8 = 7. Subtract 8. 5x = -1. Divide 5 and you have-" I paused to turn around. "x = -1/5."

     "Very good, Mrs. Peterson, but next time don't talk in my class. Some of the other students are trying to learn."

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     "Looks like new girl has some smarts." Said a guy walking out of math class. "Got a name?"

     I remember what happened the last time a guy asked for my name. "Uh, Maria."

     "Are you sure? It sounded like Mrs. Smith said Riley."

     "So you know my name?"

     "I guess, I just needed something to say."

     "It is Riley, but I go by my middle name, Maria."

     "Well, welcome to Ridgewood, Maria."  With that, he left.

     "So, what school did you come from?" Said a girl walking up behind me. She was about my height and she didn't seem very intimidating, but it looked like Rita thought so. "I mean, it the end of the fall semester, so you must be a transfer student, right?"

     "Umm . . ." I responded.

     "Okay, I get it. Random girl starts talking to you, asking about your whereabouts. You don't have to tell me. It was more of a rhetorical question anyway."

     "Thanks. I'm not a very open book" I said.

     "I see that. I'm Amelia." She responded.

     "I'm Maria."

     "Well, Maria, we better get going. This school takes being late very seriously."