BOTH NEW
What the hell am I doing here?
Who the hell is that?
Where do I go?
These were the thoughts in my head as I walked into my new school, Bryer High. I moved a lot, so I was used to being new, but usually, I moved within the east coast, where I'm from. Not fucking Montana. A month into the school year.
Lakeside, where I now reside, has a population of 1,900 people currently living in the area. That's less than the amount of students in my old high school in Virginia (where I lived prior to the move). Since Lakeside is such a small town, all the kids have known each other since the freaking womb.
Walking into the school for the first time, I already knew it would be had for me to get along with people. I was wearing an old batman T-shirt, jeans with far too many holes in them, an old pair of Vans, and my hair up in a messy bun. As I looked around, I saw girls wearing skirts and heels, with their gorgeous curled hair flowing down their back.
I walked into the office and waited by the front desk. It was October, so they had cheesy little decorations up for Halloween. There were hundreds of little stickers such as black cats, jack-o-lanters, and ghosts sticking everywhere. On the front desk counter there was a stuffed animal black cat wearing a witch hat. I got bored so I started messing with it, and in that process I ended up knocking over the cup of pens sitting next to it. I'm not very coordinated. I quickly picked it up and decided it would be best for me not to touch anything else. After ten minutes of waiting, a small lady, probaly in her 40's, with glasses way to big for her tiny eyes shuffled up to the counter.
"What can I help you with sweetie?" she squeaked. "Um I'm new? I need my schedule," I answered. "Oh I heard we were getting some new students," she said, pushing her over-sized glasses back up the bridge of her nose, "we normally don't get a lot of new kids." She sat down behind the computer at the desk and started typing. Good to know I wasn't the only outsider that was there. "What's Your name honey?" she asked. "Ryan Hawke" I glanced down at my shoes then back up. Most people thought it was weird for a girl to be named Ryan, but I didn't see any judgment in the small receptionists eyes. I relaxed a little. "Here you go. Have a great first day!" she cooed as she handed me a pink sheet with my schedule on it. I smiled and thanked her as I walked away. As I turned around, I accidentally hit a kid walking up to the desk. Without looking at him I said "my bad," and hurried out of the office. My schedule read:
Pd 1 Pre- Calc Mr. Williamson
Pd 2 AP Literature Mrs. Henson
Pd 3 French 5 Mme. Fenner
Pd 4 AP government Mr. Locheart
Pd 5 psychology Ms. Cursy
Pd 6 Photography Mr. Crims
Pd 7 Dance 4 Ms. Cartmen
The only classes i was looking forward to were photography and dance. I moved way to much to be involved in any school related activities, so I decided to take up the arts. I can get my feelings out with dance and I'm not half bad at it. And Photography is just really fun. It allows me to see the world from a different viewpoint. Instead of looking out at some sort of scenery and thinking 'thats pretty,' I can look at it and analyze it from its high points to its low points. digging deeper than whats on the surface and finding the places it looks the best. I could have care less about all my other classes.
