Marcel Is Not His Name

Chapter Three: The Labyrinth

Cameron left me to go find his lacrosse buddies before classes start, and since I have yet to pick up my schedule I headed to the main office. A nice lady who appeared to be in her forties greeted me and printed my schedule out so I could have a tangible copy. The paper read,

Student Schedule For Powell, Sage E

Grade:09     Student Number: 88923

Courses enrolled:5

Locker number: 162   Locker combination: 8-28-36

Block One: Anatomy and Physiology

Block Two: Math 3

Block Three: Astronomy

Block Four: Journalism

Block Five: Freshmen Phy-ed

Well, this sure will be interesting. Attempting to walk to my Anatomy and Physiology class I got lost pacing back through the hallways. The bell had already rung and I would be late on my first day. Well that will just make a great impression now won't it. Stuck in my pacing I didn't notice when a teacher came out from one of the nearby classrooms. That I had already walk passed. The classroom was full which made me question why she left them.

"Excuse me miss, but you look a little lost." She spoke her voice soft and compassionate.

"Yes. Well as it appears I have no clue where I am and how to get to class."

"Let's see if we can change that." She glanced down at the schedule I was holding in my hand and asked, "Can I look at your schedule?"

"Please do."

"It seems that you have math 3 with me next during second block. My name's Mrs. Nelson by the way."

"Great!" I replied with a sincere smile.

"Well until then let's get you to your first class. Anatomy and Physiology with Mr.Daniels?"

"Yeah, I tried finding my way there but I just keep on going in circles. It's like the room numbers change."

"Our school does have that effect on people. The first week I worked here I would try to get somewhere and end up completely on the other side of the school." At that we both laughed. I think I'm going to like this teacher. "Since this school is such a labyrinth I'll send one of my students with you. One that knows there way around pretty well." She stepped back into her room for a moment, and when she returned she brought a familiar face with her. At this point in time I began to get anxious.

"Darling this young man's name is Marcel and he will escort you to your first block because he's familiar with Mr. Daniels and the school. Please don't be afraid to ask him on any directions. Im sure he will always be happy to help." I looked up at Marcel and he was staring straight into my eyes. Not only was he making direct eye contact, but he wore an amused expression on his face that was tipped off with what I couldn't decipher as a smile or grin. Whichever it was it made my face heat up and most likely change to red.

"Thank you Mrs. Nelson, and I guess I'll see you next block then." I bid her goodbye and began to follow Marcel. We began the trek by walking down the end of the hall towards the staircase.

"Was I on the wrong floor?" I asked him embarrassed trying to get the awkward silence gone.

"Yeah, you were. I have no idea how you managed that, but it's impressive either way." Marcel began cracking up and after a second, I laughed too. We passed by the doors and walked down the stairs. Since it was such a huge space, our footsteps echoed extremely loudly; nothing else could be heard.