I knew it was unrealistic for me to expect to have the perfect first day of school, but judging by the way my morning went, I couldn't help but be hopeful. My hopes were shot down the moment I stepped through the doors. People were everywhere, milling around their lockers, crowded in large groups near vending machines, and waiting rather impatiently outside of classrooms. I could feel myself getting more and more anxious by the second. My heart beat rapidly and I made quiet gasping and wheezing sounds, trying to steady my breathing. I fished around in my pocket, which was hard to do with my clammy hands, and pulled out the slip of paper that had my locker number and combination on it. I was currently in the hall where lockers were titled with the letter 'E', and my locker was in hall 'C'. Luckily the hallways were marked by large painted letters and arrows on the walls, otherwise there's no doubt I would've gotten lost. I made slowly made my way through the hallway, getting bumped and shoved along the way. A few derogatory insults were sent my way when I stumbled through a large group of guys that seemed like they could each bench-press a house.
When I finally reached my locker I thought I saw a glimpse of Snow, but it was just my imagination. The thought of her actually talking to me was still sinking in and I couldn't help but smile when I remembered how she'd said she liked me. I unlocked my locker after countless efforts of entering the combination and found that all my books were already placed inside with a little note saying "Welcome to Gatlin High." I grabbed the two that I needed first and headed off to World Civilizations. I was late to class so when I walked in, all eyes were on me. "Ah, you must be the new kid." said the beady eyed teacher. "Well come up here and introduce yourself." he said with a not so inviting smile. I checked my schedule again and saw that the beady eyed, nasal voiced man's name was Mr. Venenati. "Sure thing Mr. V." I said with a hint of confidence as I strode to the front of the room. "My name's Ethan Carlile and I just moved here from New York with my family." I said quickly and was just about to sit down in the closest empty desk when some kid yelled out. "And you have a pretty rad taste in music." he said from somewhere in the back of the room. I smirked and Mr. V snapped his eyes to the back of the room and glared at the kid who only laughed in response. Mr. Venenati then cleared his throat to get everyone's attention and began to talk. "So this year we will be covering.." was all I heard before I spaced out.
That class surprisingly flew by, and I was more than happy to get up and leave when the bell rang. As I was leaving I heard someone yell "Hey wait up!" There was no way that they could be talking to me, but like an idiot I still turned around and was shocked to see that same kid that had complimented my music taste. "Hey, Ethan right? I'm Sam." he said with a friendly smile. I stood there wide eyed for about three seconds in pure shock. This was the second person that had approached me today and didn't shove me into a locker. "Yeah, um.. I uh.. n-nice to m-meet you." I stuttered. Real smooth Ethan, I mentally scolded myself. "Where's your next class dude, I'd be happy to show you around. We don't have much of a welcoming committee." I mut've still looked shocked or scared because he started to back pedal. "I wasn't hitting on you or anything, I was just trying to be nice. Sorry dude." he said quickly and was just about to walk away. "No wait, it's cool. I really could use some help." Nice save! I smiled inwardly. "Oh okay cool, let me see your schedule Sam smiled. I handed it over and he smiled harder. "We have 4 classes together." The possibility that I could have someone to talk to or sit next to in most of my classes had me smiling too. "Let's get going. The French teacher does not accept late students, even on the first day." he informed me, and we ran off to class. We made it to French class just as the late bell rang. "Veet! Veet! Get to your seats!" the teacher, a short portly man with thinning hair and thick glasses said in what had to be the thickest French accent I'd ever heard. He began to say something when a shock of bright red sprinted throught he door. My heart skipped a beat and my stomach did sommersaults. Snow.
"Imogen you know the rules, please go wait in the hall." Snow sighed heavily and apologized in perfect French. "Je suis desole, monsieur. Il ne se reproduira pas." she smiled. His eyes lit up with adoration. as did mine. "Okay dear, have a seat then. Veet veet!" he said with a small smile. Then all kindness left his tone and he went back to the grumpy seeming old man I'd seen before. Snow sighed with relief and turned around to take her seat. Her eyes fell on me and her face lit up with surprise and what seemed to be excitement. She was excited to see me? Don't question it Ethan, be cool. I calmed my self down and smiled at her as she slid into the desk next to me. "Fancy meeting you here." she whispered and a chill ran up my spine. "Can I see your schedule? I want to see if we have any more classes together she said as she reached over and tried to grab it. Our hands brushed as she took it and I swear I got goosebumps. She beamed at me suddenly and it took my breath away. "We have six classes together! Second through seventh period, yes!" she whisper shouted and her hair fell around her face as she did a little dance. I laughed at her cuteness and reached over to tuck her hair back behind her ear. Wait what?! Oh god why did I do that?! She looked at me, eyes gleaming with some unidentifiable emotion and smiled. So I didn't screw up. Score! This school year is going to be the best one yet, I thought smiling to myself.
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Okay wow, took me long enough huh? I'm so sorry. Oh and if anyone is confused, I changed the narrative perspective to first person and will be switching from Ethan's to Snow's POV. And about the name changes, Imogen is Marceline/ Snow's new name okay. Sorry for the mix ups. Kepp reading. Love you all.
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