I walked into the unforgettable hallway filled with Spanish flags and crafts hanging on the walls and from the ceiling and a smell hits me. It smelled like, bread baking or... I don't know how to explain it but it's specifically Spanish. I walk into the crazy class and take my seat. The class room continued with the decorations but just added a crazy teacher. I sit in the back of class so she won't pay much attention to me. The boys sit in front of me and they attract all the attention to them really. It helps cause I didn't really like this class, until now. Tomorrow we're going to Spain for a trip.
"Ok class, now tell your parents that you'll need to pack for a week and you need to study so you can talk to the locals. Here is a paper that shows what we are doing." Mrs. Bosque announced in her thick accent. She passes the paper around. "Gracias Profesora." I thanked her in Spanish. She smiled and continued through the rows of students. I look at the paper she gave me.
Week at Spain
Sunday: Arrive, settle down at the hotel for the day
Monday:Walk around the gothic quarter
Tuesday:Visit El Sagrada Famillia
Wednesday:Go to Palau de la Musica Orfeo Catalana
Thursday:Walk through Casa Batllo
Friday:Study Spanish with locals
Saturday:Free day
Sunday:Leave
Note: These are our main events, we will be doing other cultural thing and learn more about Spain.
After reading the paper I stuffed it in my book bag and continued on with the remaining 30 minutes of gibberish.
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After the bell rang to signal the end of class, we all run out of the classroom. As I was walking out of the place I was shoved into someone. I look up to see my friend Alex. "Hey Nicole!" I was in slight shock and I just stared at him for a while. He looked at me with a huge smile. I finally come to my senses. "Oh, um, hey Alex!" I stuttered slightly. It looked like it didn't phase him that I'm acting this way. He lets go of me, I didn't realize he was holding on, and starts walking with his friends. We have the next period together so I get to see him then. Yay!
Alex was a good kid, ornery as hell though. He always teases me about everything! From my hair to my shoes to how I play sports or games or how I act, he always has something on his mind. He's tan with brown hair and blue eyes. He's pretty fit too. He always wears a shirt that is semi-tight and you can tell he works out.
I continue to walk to my next class, Art! Yes, I know, I'm a huge art geek and I love it! I can paint, sketch, draw, make pottery, sculpt and anything in between. Alex is in here too. I watch him as he takes out his project. As he starts prepping I turn around to get my drawing out. I drop the paper and pencils with the rest of my supplies on my desk and sit down. Once I'm ready I start working.
As I'm drawing, all of a sudden my pencil is taken from my hand. Due to this, there is now a huge streak in the middle of my paper. I look up and see Alex standing there smiling away. "Fuck you." I say. "You would love to!" He replies. I hold out my hand to signal him to give me back my pencil. "Alex, can you please give it back before I stick a ruler up your ass?" He does his famous smirk and hands it back to me. I smiled and erased the huge streak.
Alex sat in the empty seat beside me and just watched until our art teacher, Mrs. Hinzman, walked in.
"Alright kids, work on your projects for at least twenty minutes then the rest of the time is free." Alex got up and left to sit in his seat.
We did as we were told, and had a few laughs here and there from mess ups and then we were done. We put our stuff away and sit back down. We chatted away talking about God knows what and had a good old time. As I'm talking to my friend Canaan I feel a presence behind me.
